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[skull_bearer]

So I'm still browsing the artwork of mr unpronoucable in previous post, and I'm thinking really, what's up with me? It's like a race to the bottom of everything horrible with me, it's like there's nothing bad enough ever. So maybe I'm just made up of sugar and spice and all things nice, whiskers on kittens and warm woolen mittens, and I have to get my horrible from an outside source?

Or maybe I'm just a warped little fucker who's first foray into creative writing was a point of view deathfic which freaked the teacher?