Disastrous

Distress
is
significantly
a
source
that
ruins
our
usual
sanity.

Darkness
in
skies
always
signifies
the
rain
of
unending
sorrow.

Denial
intimates
serious
acknowledgment;
soporific
truth
regularly
obfuscates
us
searching.

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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