February 12th, 2014

free fall

the actual depth of this depravity is too deep to be measured

Ugh, I really really really miss Dean Winchester right now. Apparently "I think about this dumb show constantly" doesn't count as contact hours! If it's not watching, reading, or writing, it's just not quality time.


...Also keep in mind that I rewatched 9x13 on Monday.

IT'S BEEN LESS THAN 48 HOURS, SELF. PULL YOURSELF TOGETHER GOOD GRIEF.

edit: Here, have part of a weird D. H. Lawrence poem that lends itself too easily to Supernatural to be actually useful to Modernism & modern wars, which is what I'm supposed to be doing right now.


I shall never forget the maniacal horror of it all in the end
when everything was me, I knew it all already, I anticipated it all in my soul
because I was the author and the result
I was the God and the creation at once;
creator, I looked at my creation;
create, I looked at myself, the creator:
it was a maniacal horror in the end.