Is something wrong with me, as of late?
My thoughts have become pretty warped.
I mean, I have a skeleton fetish, sort-of.
I really enjoy the look of a boy who looks like he's on cocaine, skin-on-bones type of look.
And I have a rib-cage fetish, apparently. Long, lean rib-cages.
Overall, my thoughts have been influence by the likes of Danzig, Graves, Goolsby and Wednesday 13.
a.k.a, 'horrorpunk' writers.
Feed my lion, much?
I guess I'm ranting about something I honestly don't have a problem with, I'm a bit in love with the insane lately. My poems and new One-Shot add truth to my point, but I doubt anyone gives a snap about looking em up.
I'm interested in interesting stories lately,
So if you have any stories that are 10 chapters or less and need comments/feedback on, I'll be proud to read em.
Beats the hell out of doing laundry.
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