I'm going through the list of every journal I have ever created (even ones I never posted anything to, and just used to troll open threads) and posting something to them. Out of spite.

Because when I signed up for this site, they said they would never delete my content. And I'm holding them to that.

Fucked up dreams where he's fighting himself: a body with no face; smooth like a Barbie Doll's crotch. Contractually obligated flashes of skin ripping away. His. Tucker's. Andrew's. His. The skin is knee deep in places ( Read more... )

( From No More Dreams )

( As the 'bot )

( From BuffySplit )

You can ask me what I have against The Slayer all you want, and I'll tell you: More than enough. Satisfied ( Read more... )