Cats.
Tea.
Bad references.
That's pretty much it.
I like a lot of stuff entirely too much.
Allen Ginsberg's poetry.
Game of Thrones, Gotham, House, & In The Flesh
House of Leaves, Nausea, Generation X.
Phillip K Dick, Neil Gaiman, J K Rowling.
Smashy Bashy Boom kind of music. IAMX. MCR. Kavinsky.
In regards to my stuff:
Narcissist is my self-indulgent awfulness #48 in Poetry),
Bitter Bones is where I hide things.
Lolita is Lo, plain Lo, in the morning, standing four feet ten in one sock.
Feel free to PM me whenever, about whatever. I'm friendlier than my writing makes me seem. (Seriously though. I'm a massive dork who makes bad jokes. Couldn't hurt a fly if I tried.)
Goodnight, Night Vale. Goodnight.
- Fallen London
- Blev medlemDecember 17, 2014
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Dec 29, 2014 08:17PM
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Stories by ColdHarem
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Narcissist
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I write poems so that you might like me.
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Insomnia induced poetry.
#8 in self-loathing
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Bitter Bones
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Skeletons grow younger now,
And my bones blister in the sun.
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Insomnia Induced Poetry
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