i once saw a river so wide it only had one bank...

chills and thrills.
beware of the weeping angels.
read&believe.
strange how only now i'm in the halloween spirit.
i'm so creepy in all actuality, you guys have no idea. 
some guy threatened to shoot me today. and i got into his face and told him all the places he could do it.
asked him if he wanted to see my brains explode out of my skull.
or for me to drown in my own blood.
or maybe in the stomach, until my screams of agony as my insides fell apart drove him to shoot me in the face. "and as the fragments of my skull begin to fall like pixie dust upon your tongue." (that line is a guaranteed freak-out by the way.)
maybe shoot me in the palm of each hand until i went crazy and killed myself off.
haha.
the look on his face.
priceless.
see the problem here is i'm suffering this strange identity crisis.

whiiiich reminds me.
since i'm roughly...two fifths through frankenstein, ive come to the part where "the creature" (i desperately want to name the poor thing) finds Agatha and Felix and their father, and falls in love with their beauty but then sees himself in a puddle...
and oh, a complete story just appeared in my head, like Adam from dust.
and Pete! it would be pete.
"infuse a spark of life into his being".



i'm pretty sure you are right in wondering if i understood.
apparently i'm not getting much through my head, anymore.


-xo