Bile and rage will at best destroy
the life that has only glass for a heart.
If you’re to survive, you must forge anew
a vessel that cannot be hated apart.
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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