I didn’t go to my mother's funeral. Instead, I went to work like I always do, and I decapitated a cyclist on my way home. Well actually, his head didn’t come all the way off. A lot of the surrounding muscle and tissue tore but it didn’t quite sever the spine. So he was flopping about kind of like a bobblehead doll until their heart stopped beating. It all took way too long. This is what I get for using cheap garroting wire. I forgot my own when I took off with Casey so I’ve adapted one out of piano wire but it just doesn’t work as well. It’s not that I’ve gotten weaker, it’s that I have insufficient tools.
If one of
you makes a comment about “a shoddy craftsman”, I will find where you live and
I will use my insufficient tool very slowly.
Is that
scary or dirty?
Regardless,
the day the world said goodbye to my mother, I tried to keep it as normal as
possible and only briefly stumbled. Of course it couldn’t be perfect, that
would be asking too much. But it was fine. It was normal. Frankly, I don’t have
the energy for more than “normal” lately. If anything remotely exciting happens,
I may snap.
I’m just
tired, dear readers. I don’t think I realized how tired I am until I sat down
to write. I feel like I’m slowly unravelling, leaking out at the edges but not
enough to be noticed until its too late. I suppose that’s exactly what’s
happening.
Everything
is coming apart and I don’t know what to do about it.
As always,
dear readers,
Stay Safe
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