And All The Tattered Stolen Souls Who’s Sense Of Me Is Swollen And Distended Into Nothing - Blog Posts

the magnus archives tma tma podcast someone please stop me MAG 165 rain rambles etc etc etc why do I choose to do this to myself I have to study calculus!!!! instead I’m pacing my house whispering your face is not your face is not your face around the curling carousel it twists in place to take from you and all the tattered stolen souls who’s sense of me is swollen and distended into nothing it says the word ‘swell’ a lot I am realizing I wonder what that means