Man, it was a bad month for writing. I was doing well enough when I wrote, but there were certain demoralizing circumstances that have been messing with me for a few years and were worse than average this month. So. Road Rage goes on indefinite hiatus.
I might fuck around and turn in random Josefina+Blasfemia chapters occasionally. I know that’s no kind of way to read a story, so if you’re so inclined, wait until I end it, then go back to the beginning and read the whole thing. That story is probably my magnum opus of being weird as fuck. Centennial Hills, The Septagram, etc, they’re intelligible enough, I think.
Anyway, happy crammed in roman asswipe month part Two. Maybe shitler will get a month before he’s done, whaddyathink? A thirteen month year? It’s time.
Oh, and if it’s time to vote for you, vote! I’ll be doing that tomorrow.
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they probably stuck their months in summer bc they wanted the fun times. summer is the enemy of my people tho, so i find myself in perhaps unsurprising opposition to some dead emperors.
That one I got.