Glitter may be dead, but I'm not.

Sometimes you just need to shoot a gun ( Read more... )

( Private to Vincent and Ulf )

After spending the past few days hooked up to a dialysis and having god only knows what pumped into and flushed out of me, I was finally allowed to leave my room. It can't be any worse than what I got injected with, though, as I'm alive and more or less well, even if I am looking like shit at the moment. I should probably be in a world of pain ( Read more... )

Well I'm travelling down the road ( Read more... )

I didn't need to see her decaying, lifeless body to know that she was gone.

Thank you so very, very fucking much.

No, seriously. Silent Hill? Fuck you.

Well, hey, it's been another month, if the dates on these things are to be believed ( Read more... )

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Sex on rooftops. Heroin injected under the tongue because most of the veins collapsed. Groupies passed around like joints. Dance to death ( Read more... )

Vincent wasn't at the hospital when I got there, but a dozen or so faceless nurses with cerebral palsy were.

The doctor wasn't there, either. Neither was Nurse Baby. I know there's another hospital in town, but I doubt they would've just changed over on such short notice. Guess I'll check, anyway.