Bless This House
With all its cracks and crumbles,
with all its fur and dust,
with all its snakes and vermin,
with all its mold and must,
with all its screams and crying,
with all its blood and bone,
bless this house, dread Lord,
because it is my own.
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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