Philthy's Diversions

Still alive, still out there being weird and having fun and up to good things. My account was taken over by porn spam bots for a while there, but I’ve regained control. 

'I could tell her how much I long for security and a warm house with a separate kitchen, and yes, a bathroom, and thick white towels (this more than anything) but every time I get near any of that I throw it away, because what is required from me in return is nothing less than my soul, and I cannot surrender my soul, however cold and lonely it is at three in the morning.' This post is one of the gems from the Dark Mountain archive: Catrina Davies' 2014 story about living in a tin shed in a time of collapse, soon to be a book.

Safety first! I'm here for the fingerbang