A Pox Upon your Family

Do not be afraid, dear children of the lamb.

this blog of dark will harm none who walk towards it in curiosity.
Here is a place of woundings, both spiritual and physical. This is a tower, dark with despair, a room in a basement, locked from the outside. I worship a thing bound by seven names and four chains.

A lot of people don't think working at Starbucks is Dark, or mysterious enough for a poet/comic book artist/entrepeaneur. Dark is the wrold we live in. It's not a shade. It's not one location or another. i can hate the world in a park or serving you a latte. so fuck you.

Today at work somone asked if I was gay. I was very upset.

-The Raven Lord.