~ 07/28/2026 ~ ~ ÞOUGHT PÆÞOLOGY ~ ~ Ðis is copied from my original, physical writing wið my fountain-pen, hwich I wrote in my journal "Gnosis Gnotes, Myriad Mindings, & ðe Genitals of Iandus: Book Þree". It's mostly verbatim, ðough I did make minor edits of my writing-quirks & minor syntæx-choices I wish I'd made æt ð' time (yesterday æfternoon). Before proceeding to ðe scheduled programming, hwæt follows is an explanation of some of ðe idiosyncrætic stylings I employ in my English. Ðis...

~ The Last First Sunrise ~ Chapter One ~ ~ It was a calm, quiet day on th' first of May, when th' sky cloakened gray, & th' pines began to sway. Edgar Tremond Waits-Delisle, known as Gar on account of his love for swimming, was rambling through th’ woods, enjoying a pleasant springtime day. He was on his way home when th’ weather withered. Gar was trudging through a creek, neverminding th’ coolness of th’ splishing water. As he strode along, however, he began to notice th’ spring growing...

(excerpt from a draft of) ~ "EOTEN" ~ ~ by Yeof ~ ~ writing began 11/18/2024; edited/added-to (at-least) 06/30/2026 ~ ~ “I greet whosoever lays eyes upon these words with hwætever honor is deserv'd. More likely than not, it is none, for if thee witness this ink, I have surely been put to death - my blood spill’d by thine own blade. Know me only as Eoten. I have no name I wish to share with those who will my death. I am what ye say I am: a beast, & nothing more or less. What thee make of...