Big Catholic Guilt

Out into the light, and out of the darkness. Cleaning and boozing tonight and then tomorrow building an edifice of solipsism, my own forbidden city, all of it dedicated to just how fucking awesome I am. I'm going to drown you in your own vomit, dear reader, I'm going to smother you in words wrapped so tightly around faulty metaphors that the whole putrefied mire of poor prose will suffocate the heavens. You'll see my name in lights dammit. You'll see my name in granite.

The story lines begin here.