where it is safe to feel unpopular;
where my madness, my music and my mayhem come together, creating my magick; where friends are welcome, anytime, as long as they leave their negativity at the sturdy, well-worn door. MY fortress. MY strength. MY space.
Friday, February 02, 2007
He lay there when i opened the door. I thought he was dead. As that army of ants swarmed over his body, he suddenly convulsed. I jumped. He stared back at me. I shut the door, repulsed. He wasn't there the next time i opened the door. What a sad and painful way to go... Maybe I shoulda just stepped on the little bugger...