the prodigal son

it is nigh three years since i last, in full bloggers garb, posted my sincere and private thoughts to the web.  so much trauma and relief, so much cause and discord.

and disorder.

but, the time of dark reverie is ended.  in this guise, i am risen before you in order that i might pick up the pieces.  such is my funny and queer way, that i make private the order of bleak depression and soulless desolation… but bring in to harsh unyielding light — my undoubtedly messy struggle up from the grave.

a man must eat his way out, sometimes.

 

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About akiebermiss

pianist, composer, singer, writer. hater.
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