If I cut away this flesh
and I strip away this voice
and I reduce myself
to the nothing but 1s and 0s
that will ultimately be left behind,
I am not entirely sure
I see enough of anything
to be memorable.
Time to start
blowing shit up.
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.
