winodork666

Prehaps this will be another mindless thought about my eventual death. But that doesn't even register as anything remotely relevant anymore. But yesterday was halloween, my most favorite day of the year. Why is it that The things I find most attractive, vampire girls, fishnets hot shoes and corsets seem to be only found in certain dark corners and no where else. And why do I have such a fascination with living dead girls. What does the mean?Honestly. If everything you do is a fetish, somekind of fucking cult or slightly nihilistic, why is that not mainstream. I tihnk of myself as perfectly normal and functional. I guess that must be the root of the problem. My delusions, my dreams. But does their really have to be such a disconnect between fantasy and reality? I think not!