ViaSinistrae The Empress


The Empress Via Sinistrae - December 4, 2005

Sometimes a creative radiation leaks through the fibers of the paper world, and whether you act on it or not, it ruins you.
I woke up with the words about passion echoing in the subtler regions of my mind. I cried sobless tears.
			It would be better to drag my corpse up the coast in a white dress, the willing invocant, than to slavishly carry on with "life as usual".

Something is gnawing at me from the inside. This is the product of the invocation.
Once you open the floodgates there is no telling what these radiations will do to you, to your paper doll life.
			Some of us became ill. The bonds of friendship were scattered to the winds, families were torn apart and a fellow Voyager left us forever of his own will.

These invocations are bad for human beings. That's what makes them "Evil".
			They will eat holes in the paper world consuming the dolls in their path.

Why would anyone pursue this madness?
			Because It is the only thing worth doing.

If you give in to your passions they will kill you, if you don't give in, you are already dead.