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.
Wednesday, September 03, 2008
I wonder what it means when my fingers go all numb and tingly... and my hand hasn't fallen asleep either... ponders ponderously