dustek

First journal entry.

Yesterday I dreamt of subways and gothic princesses. I dreamt in black & white of silk, velvet and dark eyed goddesses that seduced me with soft kisses and hot breath. I physically felt their presence in the dream and that last kiss on my cheek... I don't think I'll forget it. All the time, I knew they were Suicide Girls and they were telling me, join.

Woke up this morning, knew that I had to.

The funny thing is that I didn't really visit before and was never tempted to though I remember this site from the very very old days when there were only a few girls. Must be four or five years ago. I remember there was one girl who looked almost exactly like my ex - which gave me a great reason to join - no point in looking for something that I had previously had, the possibilities of the future are much more interesting.

Anyway, fuck that, I mostly blog on my site. Six years and running. Dark thoughts and ruminations in the past. Angst filled. Nowadays, I don't seem to give a damn.

So, if you're reading check out my site and have a look at the short stories. Passionate and dark.