“Hypnosis at its very, very best.”

Something very large is sitting on my chest.

I do not know what is normal any longer. It all always blurs together. Life. “Life.”

I found Jodie Lowther. I feel pulled out further by her “Lamia.” Her new album, Circles & Holes has not been out very long. She is one who knows what is out there. It is quite obvious. There are so many such people on the Surface that make me wonder if what the Organization does is necessary at all. I always questioned the real purpose of a mouser. I think those in the Warren try to force separation. It is always very suspicious to me what is done. How we act. Our beliefs.



They are not my beliefs.

I just try to stay as numb as possible. Apathy is the only weapon I have left. And it is a weapon that will cause me the most harm in the long run. Yes. I know.


a mythical monster, with the body of a woman or with the head and breasts of a woman and the body of a snake, said to prey on human beings and suck the blood of children.

This song is my lullaby. A mental reprieve from the swirling of the waking world. I do not belong here. I dream of the void. “Lamia” is somewhere in that void with me. Hypnosis at its very, very best.
And I cherish it. I feel suspended in the air indefinitely. I do not have a physical body anymore. I am free. For now.


The weight that presses upon me every second is not far from becoming more than just my problem. I often feel the spirits I come across here getting ready…for something. Do you feel it?