Are we getting closer to success
or further from truth?
Is that even a question
anyone besides some navel gazing yogi should contemplate?
What the fuck do I know;
I still believe in
Christmas,
and I am still
in love with you.
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.
