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.
Saturday, November 22, 2008
I've been told I'm a more-than-decent storyteller... Wonder if that's what kept me out of trouble all those times I escaped punishment as a kid? Maybe, except these stories were called lies then. Now, they called "fiction". It's all just semantics, innit?