After dark, my sweet

I'm empty. no rage, no happiness. Searching for that 'elusive obvious'. Read that in a book long time ago, Can't remember what it was in reference to but sure fits my situation. Let me think, 'what's to look forward to?' Hmmm...nothing.

I should start writing the great African novel. I promise to make it dark and twisted so that pips can think I was Shakespeare's cuz or something. I think the sicker, the better. Problem is, I have a rebellious spirit, heart too. The rest of me has agreed to be evil for the rest of my life, The aforementioned won't comply. How, do I know? Well.. the horror stories I write end with the heroine falling in luv with the ugly, dark twisted thing that's been pursuing her the entire time. And she nurses his hurt and heart and then they run away together to start a life away from the cruel world.

Embarrassing, isn't it. Anyways, I've made up my mind: today, ama start writing the ultimate horror story. Good may truimph over evil or vice versa but absolutely no one will get mushy. Promise. Lemme get to it. xoxox.I mean... death to the west, skulls and cross bones, fire and brinestone...