Current Residence: Inside my head (although that may change)
Favourite genre of music: Everything but Ukrainian techno
Favourite photographer: EvilxElf
Favourite style of art: That which depicts what really is
Skin of choice: Someone else's
AloneEvery night I trudge up the stairsAlone by lstdy
I climb into bed--It's such a big bed--
I stay awake long after I should
Scanning the facewebs for companionship.
I get to talk to some people some of the time
But most I'm afraid to ask.
They're too busy, right? They don't want to talk to me, right?And besides, I'm so lousy at texty-chat.
Oh sure, sometimes I have something to say,
But most of the time we just sit in awkward text-chat silence.
And I stay online longer than I should.
Fatigue overtakes my body.
I just want someone--
I'm so afraid.
It's more scary than the boogeyman,
More fearsome than the dark.
Things that go bump in the night
Don't hold a candle to it.
I'm so alone.
What I would give to have an arm around me each night as I sleep.
What I would give to know you're there.
Your touch, your breath on my shoulder
It convinces me that all is well with the world--
At least with my world.
But you're not there.
Did I ever tell you I sometimes sleep with a te
Reports to the DevilOur Most Infernal Lord, Your servant, the proud Mephistophilis hails you. Why dost thou assign him to me? His impertinence and quickness to utter the name of Your hated enemy brings sickness to my insides. Whereas I appeared to him in mine own shape, he called me to exeunt and return as a friar. A friar! Doest he think they are of better character than I? No matter; at least it was one of Your servants and not something that is truly despised in your sight, such as Your enemy, about which he hast studied to receive his name of doctor. He was quite impatient; usually an exceptional quality, except when directed at Your servant. Quid tu moraris, he said to me. I will come when Im ready. I thought to silence him, but since he was to do the bidding of Your Lowness, bringing others to Hell with him, I held my wrath. Ah, he treated me as a dog, praising my obedience. Had there not been greater rewards to come, he would have immediately been eliminated. He paradeReports to the Devil by lstdy