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STAMPEDE!
My job is now officially hazardous to my health. I was trampled for the second time tonight at Cox's Point Haunted Mansion. [google it, bitches, tomorrow is your last chance] The first time I discounted as a fluke, but since it has repeated itself, I deem it a constant. Here's to a violent Halloween. -
Sock thief...
Though you eat my socks, Dryer, your warmth is muchly appreciated. Well played. -
I am Discord...
My new persona is Discord. Unfortunately, on the night of my debut, I was accosted by a group of ruffians. Elbowed in the jaw and trampled in a dog pile. Good fun. -
People are strange...
I love working at the Haunted House. It provides the best stories. Speaking of which...
Everyone who reads this should come to Cox's Point Haunted Mansion. Because it rocks...and I work there...
Just show up, bitches. ^_^ -
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Waterfront Journals rock my socks. -
The Sins of My Absolution
The stench of our humanity makes the room feel close, suffocating us. I am melancholy, trapped again by my own invariable pattern. I have spun myself a web only to find the strands too slick to climb. Forgive me. I can't seem to let this go ( Read more... ) -
The whimsy of paradox...
I want to be alone and surrounded, outcast and uplifted, unseen and exalted, loved and despised; I want to inhale knowing that each breath does nothing to cease the starving of my muscles. I want to shout my sorrows to a sea of people who rejoice in shared misery and hear nothing of who I am. I want the earth to quake beneath my stomping feet and ( Read more... ) -
Indie as fuck...
Much fun was to be had last night. Jon, Andy, Rachel and I all sat around in the Gopher Hole and ate way too much ice cream while hearing about Andy's adventures in Philly. The lovely people who run the place gave out free coffee at the end of the night which we took advantage of and even though I later threw up the aforementioned ice cream, I felt ( Read more... ) -
Citrus
The touch of nervous yet demanding lips drives me onward. It is insistent in its timidity. I want to face the life behind your eyes. Like an addict, I yearn for the sensation of foreign flesh. I will explore the hidden regions, down your spine, along your fingers, in your hair, across your sides, below your hips, between your thighs. I will learn ( Read more... ) -
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I've decided I love NIN more than I previously did. They have such a sensual sadness, an angry depression that suits me at current ( Read more... )