Who is the author of this madness?
Devout heathen, turned on by the intellectually curious, fluent in snark, psychedelic vacationist, militant definitionilist, hopelessly addicted to my subwoofer, infrequently pleasantly surprised pessimist, body perforating enthusiast, social porcupine, stick-shift loyalist, purveyor of the beautfully grotesque, living room terpsichorean, educational anarchist, reigning cherry stem tying champion, succulent succubus consuming red-pill manboy tears to nourish my itty bitty black shriveled heart.
If you can't find happiness, no matter how hard you try-baby steps: take a shower, eat a meal, take your pills, and let your worried friends know you're still alive. I'm with you. I see you. Keep going. It gets better.
Be kind, y'all
...But if you're a bottom-feeding, bullying, maladapted, shit-stirring, phony, easily offended, self-absorbed, lying, scheming, twatwaffle SJW cunt intent on ruining my uncharacteristically chipper mood, then you've awakened the Goblin Queen. If you're gonna come at me, you'd better not miss. 😈👑
This is a place for me to put my mind. Here, I will feature my subversive prose and any arts-and-crafts I feel are good enough to share with the world. Maybe something I write or create will speak to you, and we can share a giggle or a good cry. My only goal for this blog is to connect my tiny corner of the internet with yours.
Enjoy!