JUN & THE8 SPELL — 2024
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JUN & THE8 SPELL — 2024
My mum just made my whole family a big, lovely roast dinner that I wasn't invited for.
What I said:
How I felt:
Exhumed - Sickened
yet again a child of divorce (no our flag means death season 3)
I'm surrounded by these terrible, appalling people.
These vile beings.
The worst part is, I have this unhealthy habit of seeing the best in everyone. At least when I care.
That must be the ticket. The Golden stub. "Soft hearted Scorp. Kind-hearted scorp. She'll never be unkind. She'll love me regardless. She'll let me back in."
She'll never find out...
I always find out.
Always.
Some things there's really no coming back from. No redemption arc. There's no redemption possible here.
I'm so sickened.
And now that I know, I am throwing the Seagrams back like a drunkard. Only ginger can settle this. My stomach turns. My blood is on fire. To be so conned. So gaslit.
It's shattering really, to officially lose all respect for someone. Especially one you put on a pedestal.
That was my first mistake, setting them up in an ivory tower. Now they've fallen out of it. Plummeting, speeding towards the ground. Colliding with th earth in a disgusting pool of filth.
Disgusting.
And dead.
Dead.
You're dead to me.
This is my 9/11
The fact that celebrities are calling professional photographers to capture them visiting the school in Texas where the latest tragedy occurred sickens me to my core.
I'm sickened by all the suffering I'm aware of.
Alice Notley, from Certain Magical Acts