It seems his effects have rubbed off on me. The radiance of him is prevalent in this fine little piece, quelling the aptitude and clarity, perhaps a reflection of my still mangled psyche.
My text on this page is far more literate and readable than the garbled scrawls I still seem unable to rid myself of. For any of you no-one who wish to follow this little embankment of mine, I would not rely too heavily upon my current camera-captured antics. Whilst my words may seem calm, if unstable, my physical being is, sadly, still a mess.
Much like a fire-stained bramble, this burnt thorn has many a way to go before sense starts to crack these distraught walls.
That was frankly a terrible video, Jason. I'm dissapointed.
ReplyDeleteSorry, me. You know how it is, what with his essence still staining my mind and all that.
ReplyDeleteYes, yes, I know, Jason. But that's why you're here, isn't it?
ReplyDeleteIn addition, what is this nonsense of "I'm watching you"? Who are you watching?
I'm watching me, Jason, that's who I'm watching.
ReplyDeleteAh, a wise choice, Jason, you need watching, after all. This video is evidence enough of that.
ReplyDeleteYes, I know, me, I know.
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