Jul 7
Oh shit, apologies niños, uhhh but your abuelo sees an army of mercenaries outside my hut.
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Oh shit, apologies niños, uhhh but your abuelo sees an army of mercenaries outside my hut.
My ideal future would be to be a mortuary house director who kind of dips her paw into all parts of the process (helping grieving families, coffin design and pricing, cosmetic and embalming procedures) which would both provide the income AND the challenge of asserting kindness, driving community, and working towards a death positive future. And. most importantly. It gets me one step closer to somehow getting family permission to take a part of someone’s body and just fuck around and find out and make some REALLY weird art.
Hey grandbabies. Uh. Grampa Alfons is not feeling well. I may have summoned a demon into this plane of existence.. again. Dios Mio..
The fucking list today. Combining rotting meats to my already powerful concoction of weed and coffee seemed to do the trick.
status:productive
FINALLY MEDICATED.
entering my normal girl era…… after 21 years :)))
My name is Alfons. You know my kin, or so you would know their deeds if not indeed their faces nor their true names.
I have made deals with devils so that they may never know the shame I brought upon their house. For indeed I only belong to one house now. And I have sold my soul to things which may never bring me joy, but I hope may one day prevent my kins downfall. I pray they will not know the deeds I have done. Which is why I write them here. So that you may know, and judge me as you may judge me. But so that the guilt which rots this aging heart may know some peace.
I made a deal with the Devil. And to this day I have yet to complete it. But only now knows I what indeed it is that I assigned myself away to. What extra bargain was made. What else did I sign away? I fear it is too late to correct that path. So here I am to say.
I killed a living God.
Shit I think I accidentally discovered the philosopher’s stone while experimenting on this dead dude… what’s worse? It’s a fucking kidney stone, what do I do??
What if I got into lin Manuel Miranda again. What then.