We make monsters
with our love,
we turn the world
against itself.
We craft nightmares
with our dreams,
our personal successes
come from the deaths of others.
You and I,
we are alike,
we are cut
of the same cloth,
and merely sewn
with different threads.

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.
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