A veteran of some foreign war, mind bent from things a man should not see. Only with a bottle of Jack

I am just an ordinary girl leading an ordinary life...    However, with paper and pen at hand...  I can create a whole new world. 

"Mama, kill the man, put the pistol on his head, pull the trigger and he is dead..."  Kris banged his head fervently against the concrete wall in a desperate attempt to stop the spooky chanting inside his head. It had been haunting him for days and he would give anything for the horrible torment to end.  "Hey, hey hey, don't kill yourself," the voice in his head said, "You are The Chosen One."  For that moment, time s

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Nobody seems to get you, you think you're on your own, Well listen pretty lady you don't have to be alone.