Onairus’ Log: 2:55am
The end is near…
I have packed most of my things, the ‘things’ that matter enough to me to hold onto, but dont really matter at all. I am moving from my lair in a Down Town LA Warehouse. No more Vampire hours, no more delusional phone calls, no more wild sex parties, no more access to a pleasantly lit corridor with a grand piano at the end, and no more kitchen with roof access.
Though i will miss some of these activities, I must move on! There is much for me to see and do before I dissipate into thin air.
THIS YEAR…I shall finish unfinished songs, compositions, films, tricks, adventures, and relationships.
My eyes grow tired. Muscle tone weakening. Only hours left now. I will be king. I will be happy. I will be sad. I will be up and down. I will not belittle. I will appreciate.