Well basically a poem discussing to some extent mental illness, how we are our own worst nightmares and create our own problems, and the epidemic of self pity. If it sucks, I don't care.
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Seifer, Zell, and hating the holidays. Yaoi, set after-game.
In: Final Fantasy 8
Yeah, see that up there? What does it say? AUDITION, BITCHES. . . . *big brown eyes* Pwease?
for my profane language not a story, but important since apparently I've been "dead" for a while.
for my profane language not a story, but important since apparently I've been "dead" for a while.
Kiss me while I shoot the bad guys, and this rainy day can last forever.
In: Horror
It's the year 1985, and so far, bad boy Nikki Sixx thinks he's just too fast for love. But can one b...
In: Motley Crue