HELL WIZARD
@pyramidmaster.bsky.social
psychedelic death dream
Writer: Criticism - Consequence of Sound, Invisible Oranges, Treble, Lighthouse Media // Fiction - Lammergeier, 365tomorrows, Imperial Youth Review // Essays - Buttondown // Host: DEATH//SENTENCE
https://buttondown.com/theadversary
Writer: Criticism - Consequence of Sound, Invisible Oranges, Treble, Lighthouse Media // Fiction - Lammergeier, 365tomorrows, Imperial Youth Review // Essays - Buttondown // Host: DEATH//SENTENCE
https://buttondown.com/theadversary
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HELL WIZARD
@pyramidmaster.bsky.social
· Nov 15
—“Define yourself in one word.”
—“No.”
—“No.”
still in the part of therapy where it sets my nervous system on fire. three sessions in 8 days tho is still good. and I see her again in two days
December 27, 2025 at 1:56 PM
still in the part of therapy where it sets my nervous system on fire. three sessions in 8 days tho is still good. and I see her again in two days
you take my hand; I nail it to your waters
December 27, 2025 at 12:23 PM
you take my hand; I nail it to your waters
I am offered a solace and a rock. it is a mercy.
December 27, 2025 at 3:30 AM
I am offered a solace and a rock. it is a mercy.
feeling ignored. maybe consequence
December 27, 2025 at 1:57 AM
feeling ignored. maybe consequence
I find the reach dunks on celebs to be really tedious especially in the name of communism. be loving to your neighbor and tell them why you are that way. seek to heal old wounds and tell people why you are a peacemaker.
December 27, 2025 at 1:53 AM
I find the reach dunks on celebs to be really tedious especially in the name of communism. be loving to your neighbor and tell them why you are that way. seek to heal old wounds and tell people why you are a peacemaker.
no will to exist
December 26, 2025 at 11:50 PM
no will to exist
I want to kiss through your chest to your heart. I want to be wrapped in your ribcage and held silent in that velvet flesh
December 26, 2025 at 11:35 PM
I want to kiss through your chest to your heart. I want to be wrapped in your ribcage and held silent in that velvet flesh
what is a year if I am not laid low, made to wonder if I can be loved in a sustained way or if I burn to ash every good thing in my hand
December 26, 2025 at 11:21 PM
what is a year if I am not laid low, made to wonder if I can be loved in a sustained way or if I burn to ash every good thing in my hand
spy on me to determine if I’m doing well, if you are doing better than me in the after. I am not; I confess readily my malady, better that I heal
December 26, 2025 at 11:19 PM
spy on me to determine if I’m doing well, if you are doing better than me in the after. I am not; I confess readily my malady, better that I heal
the terror that they’ve moved on even from desiring your friendship again because you do not matter enough to stay in the heart even of someone who loved you
December 26, 2025 at 11:18 PM
the terror that they’ve moved on even from desiring your friendship again because you do not matter enough to stay in the heart even of someone who loved you
PTSD makes me disbelieve the idea of me being loved while anxiety and ocd make me hyperfixate on it. it becomes this vicious wheel in my head
December 26, 2025 at 10:45 PM
PTSD makes me disbelieve the idea of me being loved while anxiety and ocd make me hyperfixate on it. it becomes this vicious wheel in my head
someone I met over a decade ago in the depths of the abyss of myself that I approached with an utterly transparent open heart is now like a sister to me and even gave me a lot of useful notes to take to my therapist
December 26, 2025 at 10:31 PM
someone I met over a decade ago in the depths of the abyss of myself that I approached with an utterly transparent open heart is now like a sister to me and even gave me a lot of useful notes to take to my therapist
I’ve been giving my therapist lore drops about the severity of my ptsd. we love telling these stories don’t we folks
December 26, 2025 at 9:36 PM
I’ve been giving my therapist lore drops about the severity of my ptsd. we love telling these stories don’t we folks
that therapy session was insanely painful. good
December 26, 2025 at 9:05 PM
that therapy session was insanely painful. good
I’m looking forward to therapy today
December 26, 2025 at 7:11 PM
I’m looking forward to therapy today
I pathologically shed anger. I refuse to be the person my anger would want me to be. enough bad things have happened to me, to be painfully brief, that my anger is not without its size and mass. I see too many people destroy what’s good about themselves by holding tight to anger and rage
December 26, 2025 at 5:43 PM
I pathologically shed anger. I refuse to be the person my anger would want me to be. enough bad things have happened to me, to be painfully brief, that my anger is not without its size and mass. I see too many people destroy what’s good about themselves by holding tight to anger and rage
doth protest too much
December 26, 2025 at 5:36 PM
doth protest too much
I know that post was about me. mockery is another form of attachment.
December 26, 2025 at 8:13 AM
I know that post was about me. mockery is another form of attachment.
you are not your father’s rage
December 26, 2025 at 8:07 AM
you are not your father’s rage
a problem I run into somewhat often is having read as much as I have I’ll make a reference to something expecting it to be obvious and it super isn’t. this is legit not a humblebrag; it leads to me sounding insane to people and being frustrated myself because being clever is another way of being dim
December 26, 2025 at 1:11 AM
a problem I run into somewhat often is having read as much as I have I’ll make a reference to something expecting it to be obvious and it super isn’t. this is legit not a humblebrag; it leads to me sounding insane to people and being frustrated myself because being clever is another way of being dim
I will disarm the bomb in you if you disarm the bomb in me, my love and your rage like mutual fires catching us both in the blast when even at a distance we cannot pull our eyes from each other
December 26, 2025 at 12:52 AM
I will disarm the bomb in you if you disarm the bomb in me, my love and your rage like mutual fires catching us both in the blast when even at a distance we cannot pull our eyes from each other