Occasionally I find myself drawing pits of black eyeliner around my eyes to see what it looks like, or salivating over skulls and bones, or getting thrills from Tarantinian carnage, or writing accidentally about death and guns, or cracking my bones to violent music. This is my evil side.
I recently sacrificed flesh to my evil side, jamming a nasty spiked ring through the curve of my ear. It deserves such a gesture of honor. Now I have something tangible to blame.
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