Unconventional

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People say family is what's in your blood and that home is where the heart is. But what if you live to spill blood, and your heart is as black and hard as rock and yet delicate like unto glass. What would people say if they saw the blood on our hands, the look of insanity in our eyes. Most would run, but here we have a home. Here we have a family, all brought together by our same lust for blood. The same feeling we all get watching the life drain out of someone's eyes. We come from different places, different households. Some with haunting pasts that will keep you up at night. No one is the same, and yet we are. Call it Unconventional, but I fucking love it.