Poor Alice, my husband smiled after we hugged*
Oh, fuck off epilepsy,I have to finish writing my autistic epileptic cerebral palsy Part-Fae character's magic psionically triggered seizure before I go to bed early so I can catch tomorrow's Metro Access van to my chronic pain psychologist appointment for biofeedback. Do your damn complex seizure thing, make me cry, put me to bed.
If I'm a pagan of the good times
My lover's the sunlight
To keep the Goddess on my side
She demands a sacrifice
To drain the whole sea
Get something shiny
Something meaty for the main course
That's a fine looking high horse
What you got in the stable?
We've a lot of starving faithful
That looks tasty
That looks plenty
This is hungry work
I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife
Offer me that deathless death
Good God, let me give you my life
Fuck's sake, brain just call them around me: Eris, Pasithea, Morpheus, Hypnos, Pan, Dionysus, Lyssa, Apollo, The Maniae, Phobos, Lethe. I cry for Isis, Bast, Mama Ji, The Morrigan, only because of my childhood spent with them, and I am reverent even typing. My blood isn't for them but an older part is. And as I write this the seizure descends like a screeching storm and I am swept along down into the shattered glass of the rabbit hole growing ever wider and ever deeper, and out the other side I will be
You will see
BRB
*I am recovering slowly. It's time for bed.
If I'm a pagan of the good times
My lover's the sunlight
To keep the Goddess on my side
She demands a sacrifice
To drain the whole sea
Get something shiny
Something meaty for the main course
That's a fine looking high horse
What you got in the stable?
We've a lot of starving faithful
That looks tasty
That looks plenty
This is hungry work
I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife
Offer me that deathless death
Good God, let me give you my life
Fuck's sake, brain just call them around me: Eris, Pasithea, Morpheus, Hypnos, Pan, Dionysus, Lyssa, Apollo, The Maniae, Phobos, Lethe. I cry for Isis, Bast, Mama Ji, The Morrigan, only because of my childhood spent with them, and I am reverent even typing. My blood isn't for them but an older part is. And as I write this the seizure descends like a screeching storm and I am swept along down into the shattered glass of the rabbit hole growing ever wider and ever deeper, and out the other side I will be
You will see
BRB
*I am recovering slowly. It's time for bed.