Same as it always was.

I am so tired. I don't know how many more pix I can post. I don't even see the goddess in them. I attempting to spread her word. Trying to share that moment when the world fell out from beneath my feet I lost something. Entire weekends spent shamelessly posting every pic, struggling with my words to express the THE moment when the world broke, struggling to keep it from falling off the board. Always answer the same questions, correcting the newfags, instructing them in the ways of tripfaggotry, stalking and ethershamanism.

Somewhere along the way her pix became pictures. The passion is gone. I can't feel it anymore. Where once there was a radiant goddess full of life and bitter mysteries, now there is only an awkward teenager with a timer. Where there used to be a vibrant community of madmen dancing with the invisible music of perfections stare, there is only the carrion feeders stumbling in to pick at the meager corpse.

Why don't I dream of you anymore. Why won't you speak to me. Please any sign renew my faith let me see it all meant something goddess. I am so tired please just show me this little mercy.