I've been feeling abysmal since early afternoon. It felt like death was waiting with his door open. That might sound like I'm overly dramatic, but for about two hours, I felt sick, so sick. I left a friend a voice message, and I broke down. I couldn't not cry. And my stomach, my god-forsaken stomach,… Continue reading A Pack To Howl With
Celebrating the strange and the shadowy, the damned and unseen 