patron saint of feverdreams
I'm not really sure what I'm doing but I know the fear of being perceived as a work-in-progress is holding me back, and the world is on fire and eventually there won't be any time left for all the things I want to do, and I'll have left this earth taking nothing with me, leaving nothing behind.
I'm doing whatever I want now, and my work and the things I create and the things I believe and the way I carry those beliefs will speak for themselves. There are people in this world worse than me with five times the audacity and I can't give them the satisfaction.
Anyways, this is a website that I made with my own two human hands. As time goes on, may it accumulate something that might one day be called art or poetry, a life's collection of work.