Monsters cannot be announced. One cannot say: 'here are our monsters', without immediately turning the monsters into pets. - Jacques Derrida
this is a journal filled with true stories disguised as fiction or whispered through poetry. my entries are public; i only friend artistic journals since i'm not on LJ as often as i used to be.
reading these quotes and poems of mine and others' (memories!) should give you a messy portrait of me.
communities: (hover for description)
She breathed hot air into the snow to see if she could reflect some charge somewhere, distribute her passion into something just to see a sign that her enormous feelings were not just an illusion, but a truth of sorts. - Emma Magenta