moonbeams and reveries

forgive me mother for one has transgressed

so today I learnt why the mother forbids me from entering the park post sunset but she's out with michael right now even though she knows the truth about him now so she brought it on herself really

ok so its 10pm and i just returned from a cathartic but scary nightwalk with the summer and it was going well but when I released her from the clutch of her lead she thought it signified the severance of our physical bond alas basked in the crescent of the moonlit summer air, her white fur absorbing the whiter energy of moonlights as her colourless paws were trapped by the soulless grass

so I sat with her for a while, until her incandescent white fur charged with the energy of a thousand moonbeams

I reattached the collar of obedience as we fell deeper into the dark park night, the air growing thicker and my vision becoming increasingly equivocated as nightfall descended

but beyond the blurry barriers of the oxygenic viscosity, what transfixed me in a moment of unequivocal lucidity was a flash of carmine tail lights; a flicker of translucent floodlights that looked unreachable from the ocean of the pond that separated us, but I felt compelled to cross the threshold between this natural darkness and artificial light, and unite the two kinds of incompatable existences

upon approaching the light source like a delirious mother moth drawn to the power, driven blind by desire I realised there were literally hundreds of cars, engines revving and taillights illuminating!!!! at first I thought wtf is this sorcery???? Is this the contemporary wave supremacist cult???? satanic power sacrifice ritual???? Is this why the mother has never allowed us to enter the park, lest the summer is mistaken for cattle and used as a scapegoat???
summer may be blessed with physical beauty but she lacks the mental prowess of her ugly dog son :(( she's not the most responsive doggo and the path to the outskirts of the park was growing increasingly entrapping as more cars appeared; fearing perpetual ensnarement to the rituals of the lucifer hoodlum cult/ kkk scene I whisked the summer from the ground and held her like I was holding onto my own fallen heart, until finally we reached the pavement that frames the parks circumference and separates the road from the grass

there was a synergistic feeling of fear and breaking into freedom as I placed the summer back onto the ground and we both started running along the main road, knowing home would soon be in sight after wondering if we'd ever reach it again

there was a  symbiotic adrenal rush as my breath humidified with the toxicity of the gasoline fumes, the demons lurking in the omnipresent shadows and the sorrow for summer because I didn't know this doggo could even run

ofc she took a break of ephemerality to observe the cars 

so I basically got a free season 6 premier of american horror story LADY GAGA WHERE IS YOUR NEW MUsIC

gtg the mother is back and I dyed my hairs pink today and in the process pinkified the entire bathroom ok and she has the audacity to scream at me??? I did u a favour u should be thanking me it's not everyday you get a free bathroom renovation honey b&q would have charged you £200 for this why you gotta do like this mother \|/

anyway the summer has licked all the waters my hairs are so short and pink now

why avoid the lucifer cult when I've been possessed since day one sugar

word of the blog: carmine (learnt this from the book Tipping the Velvet)
- a lustrous shade of red kind of like my hair with connotations of lust, sin, desire and of course the blood I'll forever bleed from my uncauterised soul