First there was hate. Blinding, raging, regular-old-foot-stomping tantrum with teeth-grinding and ineffectual dirt-clod kicking and sputtered half-sentences, well and truly near to frenzy. Hate. An ugly thing to behold, a hurtful thing to bequeath ( Read more... )

In a backlash against various cumulative strikes to the Self, some picked-at scabs of insecurities, and some necessary truth speaking: I have been obstinate, I have been cruel, and I have been shortsighted. Combined with the concurrent, tremendous pain threading through my broken, make-shift pack, and a distasteful, pervasive dissatisfaction with ( Read more... )

To Interested Parties ( Read more... )

Circle II Circle: Heal You; Skinny Puppy: Assimilate; Queensryche: Damaged ( Read more... )

I truly dislike the name Camilla Wax. I didn't always. I once thought it rather eerily pretty, exactly like the character. But she grates on people, as any proper Nosferatu ought to, and now her name is an irksome thing in my mind.

It's a terrible thing, realising one's vulnerability to the intended machinations of our own creation, that we are no ( Read more... )