Unscripted.

Loyal disciple or unreliable annoyance?

Which are you? Remember that your clickage is reflected in the words I use to discuss it. Are you ready to go down to posterity as a slack acolyte? Will you appear in my Bible as the One who couldn’t be bothered?

Moving on.

Reality. You can’t rule out anything anymore. If you do, it’s a mistake. All you can do is be prepared for literally everything. Fight it as long as you can. When it happens anyway, adapt.

Music: Critical. I will teach and you will listen. You need the education desperately.

War. It will always happen. See above on how to handle it.

News. Tiny bits of truth, served in lies, to the heads in the sand.

Satan. As falsely pretentious as ever, committed to offending you personally. Do I?

Witches. Well under hand.

Eivor. Still the Goddess of Song. Hear her latest, “Jardartra”, and think of who I might hurt in the sequel. They’re running away, in the forest, but I’m coming.

Origins. All theories are theories. Make up your own.

Current state of Humanity. Asshole, and stuck deep there. I told you ‘kindness’ was overrated. Soon to be extinct in your species.

Indifference. Rampant.

Love. Pasteurized.

Mothers. Passé.

Fathers. Taller.

Trees. Perfect. Thank your favourite god I don’t have the power to change you all into something green.

Sex. Always epic when your scribe is a Sensual Frenchwoman.

Spring. Not yet.

Interview. Coming as soon as you deserve it.

Thorns. Often stay embedded.

History. Changes every year, like Fashion.

Fashion. An eternal Critical Waste of time.

Darkness. Devils, Witches and scribes grieve as the sun slowly robs us of it.

Birds. Help save them if you like seeing them.

Dorian. Still the Dream Henchman.

Deception. Still pretty.

Media Poison. Creamy and sweet. Everything you want in an oral experience.

Stories. Change like a forest floor.

Pain. Waiting patiently for you.

Dreams. Fleeting.

Beauty. Ever changing, hiding in plain sight.

Twilight. See above.

Words.  So. Critical.

How they are placed, each note in the song essential to achieve that magical melody that calls you to keep reading. How to bring forests to life, make hidden dangers raise your pulse, engage your heart, this above all. Do you hate me? I am not surprised and inordinately pleased. Can you doubt it? Hate, fear, loathe, revile, curse, and run from the Devil.