The Dark Matters

      “Miss Roach is a witch! And she eats roaches!” A 3ft tall girl screamed as she ran towards us from across the play ground. I already knew Mrs. Roach ate roaches. Everyone knew she ate roaches! I did feel nervous at the mention of a witch being amongst us if that was the situation we were in. It was early morning in Gainesville FL & a fog that had wet the ground lurking about the houses and tree’s was disappearing , evaporating through the tall tree tops of pine and oak heading towards the blue sky.   The emergency warning-welcome we received wasn’t the greeting we were accustomed to at Stepping Stones; simultaneously we started sizing up the small statured source. We were Sufficiently suspicious to say the least. The young 3 foot tall woman who was talking to us, me mostly, was in her early 4’s. What she yelled at us could be the result of a number of things I thought. “This could be a result of her going through something personal such as ...

                        It looks like only SS members see my posts. Prove me wrong and subscribe!                                       At My Behest (a poem)   Please watch over me, dear Lordie. Please watch over me. I've done some amazing things, dear Lordie, the evils ones won't let me be. I've smoked a few tons of weed, Good Lord; I've smoked it when I please. It's one of my favorite things you've made, Good Lord, except, of course, when you made me. I used to feel so guilty, my Lord; I used to cry while on my knees. They wanted me to die at a young age, dear Lord; they thought I would never see. I've been so close to the end of the line, my Lord; I could reluctantly foresee my death. Please listen to the words that I say, Good God; I'll be saying them until my dying breath. I need you to he...

  Sundays      Sunday. The word and the day itself used to mean something different to me than it does now. It still means something, but when I was growing up, Sunday was a day to see my friends at the church I attended. I looked forward to seeing them and engaging in some sort of activity. When I was very young, I would often spend the day at a friend's house or have 1-2 friends over to my house in the woods. We’d do kid stuff and then return to church in the evening with our parents for the evening service. During the evening service, our youth group would get in some good games of Ultimate Frisbee, among other physically active games like volleyball, dodgeball, and basketball. Ultimate Frisbee and volleyball were our usual go-tos. Sunday afternoons were usually quiet, with parents napping or close to it. It's been years since I’ve felt my eyelids grow heavy while on a couch or in a recliner, with the TV lulling me to sleep. I don't have a TV in my apartment now, ...

An AI image from my imagination (made w/ Bazaart)   Hello glorious reader I hope this finds you well and I want you to know that even if you are in the SS, I do love you and I believe there is a solution to all of this that does not involve violence. The fact of the matter is I don't know where to begin. Given my background of drug use and antics combined with the subject matter I wish to address, I doubt anybody will see my posts because that's how its been going for me. Back in 2017 I would make a post on Instagram and if it was unique and cool subject matter, I would get anywhere from 100-1000 views, a ton of likes, some new followers. Now when I post on any social media, its a total media black out for me. Nobody see's my posts. I can't even use fucking dating apps with out getting some kind of man in the middle MITM attack. I've made bogus accounts pretending to be a female and sure enough, I can't even see my own profile. I guess the SS hac...