From a head full of pressure rest the senses that I clutch Made a date with Divinity, but she wouldn’t let me fuck I got touched by a hazy shade of God-help-me-change Caught a rush on the floor from the life in my veins
Willow hasn’t quite mastered the concept of a cat door yet.
she looks so lost
It has been three days. The servants have rebelled and refuse me refuge in my castle. They point and laugh and take pictures while I have been reduced to grovelling to be let in. I fear this may be my last entry.