mistergraves

There's something about movies/songs/paintings/pictures/poems that leave me feeling empty that I just can't get enough of.

I'm a masochist, I suppose, although I don't particularly derive any pleasure from it.

In other news:
I decided I didn't want to stand out anymore, so I dyed my hair black. I've never been too good at blending in, but I want to try it.

I'll post pics when I can get around to caring about taking pictures of myself. I should also do another set soon. My friend just moved into this neat basement (neater than the one I live in) so I want to get some bondage gear together and, you know, get naked and stuff. It'll be totally plain-joe goth shit.


Also, I just wanted to advertise my *real* journal again, in case anyone wants to know the *real* me (as if there's much difference): http://www.livejournal.com/users/xeroyne/

ok, here ya go, pictures:

and


whoa, huge pictures, all up in your face. sorry about that.