I... itch. all the time. Deep beneath my skin, where the bone sits, enshrined in flesh, I feel it. Something, not moving, but that wants to move. Wants to be free. It. itches.   ...and I don’t think I want it. I don’t know what to do. You can’t help me. I don’t think so, at least. But whatever it is that calls to me, that wants me for its own... it hates you. It hates what you are and what you do. And if it hates you, then maybe you can help me. If I wanted to be helped. I don’t know if I do.  ....You must understand, it sings so sweetly, and I need it, but I am afraid. It isn’t right and I need help. I need it to be seen. To be seen in the cold light of knowledge is anathema to the things that crawl and slither and swarm in the corners and the cracks. In the pitted holes of the hive.

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I'd like to say hello and welcome you, good day, that is my name
Come here and sit down, I'm so glad you even really truly came
We can even go and take a walk or something like that or something like that
But first, I need to introduce my what and introduce my when

Hello! Bonjour! Felicitations! Dia Dhuit! How does it go, my friend? This is as social as my media shall get; I have become properly sick of Instagram and can see very little purpose besides expectation that i would to keep using it. If it werent so bloody expensive to print photos, I'd prefer to just send you all letters. It's possible i directed you here when we spoke and you requested to follow me on any such platform. if so, welcome! im fascinated that you were curious enough of me to make yourself to the lo searchbar and see what i was talking about. here is where you will find whatever life updates and ramblings would have been otherwise put on instagram, as well as whatever other nonsense i desire in my own hole of the internet. It is by no means a well made website, but it is my own, and for these it is far more entertaining than anything mark zuckerburg can ship to my door; i hope you will find it at least mildly amusing.

for those who have wandered in on their own, i welcome you equally, and am otherwise uncertain of what to make of your existance. Hrm!

Love Cecil

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