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My Nightmare from This Morning – June 22, 2025

This one was so egregious that I have to write it down before I forget it. That’s why I’m even doing this — to make a record of it.

I was in this contemporary, almost futuristic building — made of black plastic or some synthetic material — with gray carpeting underfoot. Not shag, but just soft enough that it felt nice on your bare feet. The whole place had a sleek, high-end vibe, like a cross between a mansion and a minimalist hotel. It kind of felt like a big, sterile lobby.

There were these two people — a guy and a girl — and they were stalking me. Not just following, but actively preventing me from getting help. I had to be on high alert the entire time. Head on a swivel. Constantly checking corners, anticipating them coming out of nowhere. I didn’t know if they were going to run up on me or sniper me from a distance — it was that kind of fear.

I started picking up on these creepy, subtle signs that they had been sabotaging all the possible ways I could escape or get safe. At one point I tried to take refuge in what I guess was my hotel room — or maybe it was like a high-end apartment unit. It looked like the rest of the building: sleek, sterile, space-age.

I went to shut the door, but something was off. The metal part in the frame — the piece that should catch the door and lock it — had been twisted just slightly, just enough to stop it from latching. So the door wouldn’t actually lock. It would just bounce back open, like it was on some kind of hydraulic pushback system or air pressure thing. It was rigged.

I thought about kneeling down to see if they had stuffed something into the latch — like paper in the lock hole — but I didn’t dare take my eyes off my surroundings. I couldn’t afford to be vulnerable like that, because either of them could come out of nowhere at any time.

And then at one point, the girl did rush me — when I was crouched on the floor, below her eye level — and she had this long, rectangular box of Reynolds Wrap, like aluminum foil. But the way she held it — pointed straight at me, lengthwise — it looked like a gun. It felt like a gun. I had this jolt of fear that I was about to be shot. Then I realized what it was, but still, that fear lingered. And I remember running, just trying to get off the premises.

I had my backpack with me — the one I always carry — with my laptop, an iPad (a device I dont own in real life), music stuff, all the usual things I bring when I’m traveling or on the go. But then I saw they had messed with it. They’d dumped everything out, haphazardly. A lot of stuff was missing — my wallet, important gear, irreplaceable shit. Then I saw them coming again, holding more of my bags, empty, and they were laughing. Smirking like it was a joke. It was so violating.

I tried calling 911. I asked the dispatcher to trace my location, but they were asking for more info — like maybe they could’ve traced it, but needed something else from me first. I didn’t have time to give it. I had to stay alert. I had to survive.

And there were other things they’d done too — things I don’t fully remember now — like they’d gone through and disabled other security measures. Other ways I could’ve gotten help or hidden or escaped. But I couldn’t stop to figure out how or what they’d done, because again, I had to keep my head on a swivel. I couldn’t risk being caught off guard.

It was like being inside a horror movie where you are the target — being hunted. And it felt real. Like, sickeningly real.

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Paint and Flame, Los Angeles -- March 15th, 2025

Etsy

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She ate this up!

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https://www.trulia.com/building/avalon-at-assembly-row-333-great-river-rd-somerville-ma-02145-1043631327?cid=shr%7Capp_ios_main_phone%7Crent%7Cpdp_share

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Only stupid American homophobic prudish cunts give a fuck about other people wearing speedos. It’s not my problem that they are mentally weak and have intrusive, obsessive, unstoppable thoughts of men’s genitals when they see them wearing them. If that’s their only topic of conversation on the beach, I check them off as boring individuals and they are dead to me. They need to get a life and it’s only gonna be by immersion therapy that they get over this. Period. End of discussion.

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In spite of dodging cancellation among the fan community I managed to unlock this achievement. So yay me!

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i made this rlly cute ethel cain keychain it’s up on my depop if anyone’s interested 🖤

https://depop.app.link/JRAczu3uaSb

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Iconic

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Get over the shame and the lack of confidence and the fear of failure and the imposter syndrome. Nobody cares. Some people are cruel and mean and love to watch others fail. So what? Do you really want to prove them right? Get the fuck up, we’re chasing our dreams like our lives depend on it because, in case you forgot, they do.

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The Altar White Silas

The funeral pyre Is raging out of control The bride is on fire The groom's set ablaze his soul

A wedding turned into ashes A pact reclaimed by the flames The ghosts appear dressed in all black None of them with names

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Your Jacket Ethel Cain

I lose you in the cold All bitten up by the coal All night he rides those icy roads I want him to come back home

They’d lock you up if looks could kill Sleep with a light in the window sill You say you won't go but I know you will You promise me and leave me still

I wear your jacket every day It smells like you and all the trouble that you’ve made I’ve never been afraid to die I’m just afraid I will before I can say goodbye

You say leave the door unlocked for when you come back Like I don’t know you better than that

I wеar your jacket every day It smеlls like you and all the trouble that you’ve made I’ve never been afraid to die I’m just afraid I will before I can say goodbye

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Amber Waves Ethel Cain

Evil, she is Amber waves that leave

Days gone by, time on without me I'll be alright, I'll be alright

I take the long way home Shaking the bar and letting them row 'Cause the devil I know Is the devil I owe

Is it not fun, oh To feel many other ways? What you do Is nothing to me, to me

I still kick rocks when the walking is good And pretend that the chain link that I am the wood As I'm leaning my head back Saying "Take me, I ain't gonna scream"

Yet here I am еmpty Watching the love of mine lеave But I'll be alright I'll be alright, I'll be alright, I'll be alright

Is it not fun, oh To feel many other ways? What you do Is nothing to me

Is it not fun, oh In the catatonia? Maybe it's true You're nothing to me

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For Matt (Forever Ago) Tommy