Sleeping with voodoo dolls...
...or is it just whiskey? Oh ho ho. Not so careful when I'm in your arms, my friend. That's what it is, right, what we decided? Cutting quite deep lately, these life-changing, earthquaking times. I may not be the bastard son of earth and fire anymore, may not be falling down a mountain, but dead or alive, I'm still in the middle of things. The Hanging Man always seems to be my card, and that's just fine with me. I wouldn't be anywhere if I wasn't everywhere. Pretty vampire girls who are everything that's right with the world, or crazy friend-shaped beasts who haunt my sleep...too much for one plate, especially a clean slate.