You just can't help but stay awake in the last deepest quiet of the year. It's tonight that the aperture of the year closes into focus with a week to consider where to point it next, and an entire other year to forget why.
But I'll sit here, waiting for three ghost to clearly and concisely state:
1) Where and when I went astray.
2) What I'm missing out on currently.
3) How bad I'm going to fuck it all up.
And as much as I'd love to dwell & delve, time dwindles on. Saint Nicolas simply doesn't want me to finish this with the appropriate pink highlighted accounts and relevant images that are standard now.
As of Christmas Day 2013 I still run under the alias: 'A Streetcar Named Despair' on Facebook.
Instagram: mercuryempathy
xoxo Godluck and Goodspeed you Empiracle Blackness.
Sorry about all the dead reindeer drawrings you didn't get to see.