wolven7 | Well. Yeah

That's generally the way these things go, right? Storms in the Summer, and Tension, like Lightning Potential, creating Fucked up shit, and the ability to weave our patterns, ever more tightly, or snip then and cast the tatters to the wyside. We can unravel. And putting ourselves and our skeins back together is a really difficult task. So, when disconnected from that which we love, when the pressure hits a pressure Point, and the new circumstances cause extreme discomfitting... We lash out.

Everyone feels like shit, and i will get a uniform respose that this has been, if not the worst, then at least the most fucked-upedly convoluted summer in quite some long while... Not so much the Pain aspect, as simply the One Fucked Up thing, after another, with very little respite... And the oppresive Metaphysical Weather, the press of the coming Storm-Or-Fizzle (Dear GODS let it be Storm), and the terror at the thought of getting caught out in the rain...

Cause we're burning down our places to go In from Out of it.