Friday, 10 March 2017


I KNEW it. The MINUTE I open the comic book to check up something again, my dreams become fucked up. I just woke up crying after a NAP. Then I made the mistake of telling Drej about it and of course my brain lights up like a bioluminescent fungus in the middle of the forest. Yes, Murphy, yes. Your influence on me is monumental. The urge to keep you from harm is uncanny. Now shut up and back on the shelf with you. I need my dreams tame. The book about you dying isn't going to write itself.