You are something precious to me,
like rare stones.
Small enough to fit their hands,
strong enough to break my bones.
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About Catastrophe Jones
Wretched word-goblin with enough interests that they're not particularly awesome at any of them. Terrible self-esteem and yet prone to hilarious bouts of hubris. Full of the worst flavors of self-awareness. Owns far too many craft supplies. Will sing to you at the slightest provocation.
You getting sentimental, Jones? I like it. Short and sweet for sure.
I vacillate between overly sentimental and Vulcan.