The Other Side of Hell

Sekhmet's Dead Journal

Sex & Death in Love

My Tribe

Upper Echelon Goth Cows

Bloodstreak LARP

Distractions

Sylvia Plath, I am Not

Misanthropic Ranting

Patterns within Chaos

"Heavens just a rumor she dispels,

As she walks me through the nicest parts of hell,

I still dream of lips I never should have kissed. 

Well she knows exactly what I can't resist 

I'm just caught up in another of her spells.

Well, she's turning me into someone else. 

Every day I hope and pray that this will end,

But When I can I do it all again

As surely as the Blade's course has run,

Maybe my kingdom's finally come."

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Welcome, wanderer. 

Welcome to my own slice of pity pie, my virtual oubliette, my narcissism corner. This is my "Soapbox o' Doom".  Whenever I look at my life, I am driven to create an autobiography, and title it "Stranger than You."  Apparently, I find myself interesting to others, and so have made these pages for you to wander through my melodrama, laughing at my pain and becoming frightened by my laughter. 

Welcome, human, to this.. my sanctuary, in The Other Side of Hell.