My life is a comedy.
I am 23.
I want to be an author, actor, and so many things.
I am bi polar.
I called him Patty, because he looked like he tasted like peppermints. At least, that was what I thought when I was a child. Now I surmise he or she would taste more akin to chicken, though if I ate Patty, I'm sure terrible things would happen, terrible things already have.
By DeiLupus2 years ago in Horror
'Absence coincides with loss, not loss of what is missing, but your own place therein’ Since I can remember, I’ve felt like I’m solely an observer. I felt that people who acknowledged my existence were experiencing an anomaly, and my actions were never anything more than meddling. But maybe I was meant to be this way…
By DeiLupus2 years ago in Fiction
I hate it personally. The art itself is subpar, not dreadful but amateur at best. That isn't why I hate it I hate it because it reminds me of my childhood friend who I found hanging from his ceiling fan, rotten beyond recognition because evidently, I was the only one who cared if he existed in the first place.
By DeiLupus4 years ago in Horror
Camellia Your frangible smile with waning grace, in light sparkles like dawns morning dew. What lesson learned in such perfect bloom?
By DeiLupus4 years ago in Poets
Inferno Minutes to midnight You bleed with me We spoke of the distance Unto which our hearts lay they get high and get away
You, in prose pardoned, amnesty to civility? Harrowed soul and morribound. You, the nameless, the pitiable and meek.
Scanners darkly, gazed analytics Confines of foundations Understanding only corporeal Welcome to corporeal co The foundations of a persona
