Reasons people think I write sarcastic love poems: I'm a bitter spinster who casts her wine into the fire as she recalls the tragedy that was her romantic history; the only way to cope is to bash my blood-lusting fingers into the keys and call it a love poem. Why I actually write: I can't take anything seriously in life, including love. But hey, maybe I will be an angry spinster living "the good life" in a dark tower, throwing wine, and making angry poetry someday. Don't knock it 'till you try it.

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08.30.2024 - DISCONTINUED Sex is one thing you could do to pay off your shitty daily activities.

When Percy Jackson is betrayed and becomes Alcaeus son of Chaos, he must face many challenges, including facing a past that he has tried so hard to forget. When the time arises he must delve into the darkness in order to find the light. The light that will fix everything. But the question is, can he do it? Or will the pain of the past be too much for him to handle.