so here it is. It's about how I used to be a girl.
Anyway, I didn't want to post it to the words forum this time, as I'm afraid it's even more offensive (in terms of political correctness) than 'A letter to you, Dear Jennifer' (my masterpiece lol)
Anyway, @IJustCantHelpMyself I emptied out my message box FYI.
I, as many of you know, love metal and punk music, though I like metal heads a lot more than most 'punk rockers'. There's only one self proclaimed 'punk rocker' that I've ever met that I liked, and he is the real deal. Anyway, in opposition of punk music, I've been rotting my brain out with a steady stream of Iron Maiden. For those of you that don't know, Iron Maiden is the best power metal band in the world-that being said, it is not an accomplishment worth bragging about, as power metal is the absolute worst kind of metal (unless we're to include all that arty drone shit and screamo crap-which is far to 'ironic' and 'hip' to truly be metal IMO). Anyway, I can't help but feel bad for Bruce Dickinson, the lead singer, as he truly bleeds his heart out, to the point that I sometimes feel sorry for him, and myself. So here's to Bruce Dickinson. Cheers, mate.
Anyway, I am happy to announce, that in the spirit of metal, and the absence of a real life, I have embarked on a horror film festival. You should all watch the following movies:
The best ones are probably, In Fear, and Starry Eyes, in terms of intelligence. I am really liking this new genre of 'Body Horror' movies, which is what inspired my newest short story. Starry Eyes is a perfect example of the genre.
Anyway, I'm really having an artists block, which I suppose is okay, as I have been writing more, but it stresses me out.
Anyway, I didn't want to post it to the words forum this time, as I'm afraid it's even more offensive (in terms of political correctness) than 'A letter to you, Dear Jennifer' (my masterpiece lol)
Anyway, @IJustCantHelpMyself I emptied out my message box FYI.
I, as many of you know, love metal and punk music, though I like metal heads a lot more than most 'punk rockers'. There's only one self proclaimed 'punk rocker' that I've ever met that I liked, and he is the real deal. Anyway, in opposition of punk music, I've been rotting my brain out with a steady stream of Iron Maiden. For those of you that don't know, Iron Maiden is the best power metal band in the world-that being said, it is not an accomplishment worth bragging about, as power metal is the absolute worst kind of metal (unless we're to include all that arty drone shit and screamo crap-which is far to 'ironic' and 'hip' to truly be metal IMO). Anyway, I can't help but feel bad for Bruce Dickinson, the lead singer, as he truly bleeds his heart out, to the point that I sometimes feel sorry for him, and myself. So here's to Bruce Dickinson. Cheers, mate.
Anyway, I am happy to announce, that in the spirit of metal, and the absence of a real life, I have embarked on a horror film festival. You should all watch the following movies:
- The Babadook
- In Fear
- It Follows
- Starry Eyes
- The Hollow
- The Honeymoon
The best ones are probably, In Fear, and Starry Eyes, in terms of intelligence. I am really liking this new genre of 'Body Horror' movies, which is what inspired my newest short story. Starry Eyes is a perfect example of the genre.
Anyway, I'm really having an artists block, which I suppose is okay, as I have been writing more, but it stresses me out.