"I slept with faith and found a corpse in my arms upon awakening; I drank and danced all night with doubt and found her a virgin in the morning." - Aleister Crowley
Status: She only wants what she can never have. Desperation is lovely.
Sex: male Age: 26 Location: Remerton,
Georgia, United States
Member since: June 20, 2011 Account: Free Account Occupation: Storyteller Recruited By:thomaswebb
I awake from my dreams. I sit down and write tales of fear and magic. These tales have been published in small press magazines and anthologies since I was a student in high school. I walk down railroad tracks while reading -- splatterpunk, bizzaro, epic fantasies, things that trickle in between. I drink strange things and fornicate when I can. I watch films. I sell miniature food to pay my rent. I obsess and fantasize and spend much of my time imagining things that may never happen. I read about the occult. When I lie down to sleep late at night I drift into my dreams once again. I have been carving this day out for years now yet I never tire.
Waking up and feeling nauseous but oddly inspired.
The things I dwell on. The things I should have done.
I find myself listening to a lot of music with horror and fantasy elements, ranging from metal to psychedlica. Industriral. Psychobilly. I listened to a lot of more popular music when I was younger that I can never betray -- bands like Rage Against the Machine and Slipknot and Pearl Jam. Lately, though, it's mostly been dreampop that I play when I want to daydream, which is what tends to make others regerad me as both talented and disturbed (this is true: a writer is never treated the same by someone after that person has read their work). There's always been something about some of Counting Crow's songs that portray insanity so intense and crumbling. But there's always folk music and how it makes me want to climb trees.