Been quiet here - growing, fussy child. Mother is visiting from out east. Many thoughts swirling, writing time nil. Seattle autumn has arrived; I shiver.
Why does this post read oddly? The darkness deepens - still not King.
I dream of clouds with thorns.
I can't hear you - you're backlit.*
Coffins, no assembly required. Satisfaction guaranteed.
The water's poisoned - drink it anyway.
Aliens have landed. Send dragon, quickly.
One child, sleeping, destroyed the world.
This is harder than it looks.
*I actually said this to someone the other day. It makes sense if you know me.