Cycle 1 of 4 (or more) - Day 16 - QL ST1, Lots, New EoG ST2 - Rest - 2/12/2025
Ha, ha, ha. It’s hard not to laugh when things reach a certain point of absurdity. I curse my lot in life, this wretched unfoldment. These sins and curses placed on my brow by who? My mother and father, my karmic debt, by my own ignorance. I curse my own stupidity, and I curse my weakness.
But then I have to laugh, because the wheel turns and all moves forward except me, except myself. I stand like a stone in a river, and the currents of life flow around me and yet I am unchanged, only eroded. Eons from now, the river will have eroded me to dust, I then have become the sand. I curse reality itself sometimes. How utterly unfair it can be. I curse angels and demons in disguise, those sent to torture and torment me. I curse that when they arrive, when they wear the faces of men and women. I curse the cruelty of them and what it evokes within me. I curse my stupidity, and I curse my stubbornness. I curse my fear.
What kind of delicate and evil flower am I? So sensitive, so pathetic, yet with so much potential. Proven grand, mediocre by choice.
What demon are you, what is your name and sign, show and identify yourself, the great demon of self-betrayal. Who are you, what names do you go by, and how many of us do you have under your spell?
I curse myself when I curse these things. When I curse my weakness I become weak. When I curse my stupidity, I become stupid. When I curse my wretched ugliness, I become monstrous and hideous.
Vile vile creature. Too stupid and wretched to survive on it’s own, a pathetical amalgam.
Ehh.
Things are going good.