"You've got to be kidding me," right? That's what you're saying, I know. "This guy again? How many times is he going to pull this crap? Why won't he just die?!" I know, I know. I'm wondering the same things. Yet here we are again.
If you're patient enough to put up with my disappearances and reappearances and you keep coming back when I do, and you keep reading and enjoying, and you don't hate me too too much because of it all, then Yog-Sothoth bless your delicious little morsel of a soul. If you're not so patient or forgiving, and you think I stopped being funny about five comebacks ago (assuming you ever thought I was in the first place), I completely understand. I'm sick of me, too. I'm an asshole. Undisputed. Yet here we are again.
Like the movie psychos he's patterned after, Butch just keeps crawling out of the lake or the fire or the grave or what have you and back into my life, and what choice do I have but to hop on his sturdy back and come along for the ride? ...Looking over his shoulder at you, watching the knife plunge in, hearing your short, sharp exhale, watching the blade slide out, your blood's hot sticky spray, the coppery smell, watching the divine spark snuff out behind dilating pupils as your knees buckle as you are reduced to a twitching, cooling sack of meat and organs... hilariously. I'm taking it slow this time, though. Easing back in. One kill a week. Portion control. Feed the demon slowly, in the hopes that it won't grow corpulent and ponderous and be forced to crumple and hibernate under its own weight as it has so many times past. So here we are again.
For the time being, we're going to be updating WEDNESDAY (Addams) only. Once a week, until I get my feet under me and we see how it's going. Additionally I may or may not update this blog more or less frequently, and from time to time may add pieces to the creative vomitings page when the whim smites me. So. Thanks for coming back. Here we go again...
