I remember he was to my right in the audience, and throughout our singing, I couldn't help but stare. I was terrified. It felt like he was taunting me, mocking me by lovingly cradling the very essence of my childhood fears, my darkest nightmares. It was so out of place; who, after all, brings a tarantula to a festival? It isn’t even practical. ( Read more... )

this will be the new.

if you're interested in the history,  this is the old.

it's nice to see you all.

i haven't decided why i made this yet. maybe simply because it's four in the morning and my eyes won't wander into sleep. maybe i'll switch to it primarily, maybe i'll just use it to stalk all of you pretty people. time will tell, won't it?