The Aspects Of A Macabre Room Downstairs

"Through the right doorway and into the white room, it used to be the dust that would lay here when I came here alone!"

This is a joke, (or is it?) doing this for my writing once more.

I feel as if my writing has decreased, just like the quality of a lot of things. Oh well, enough said.

Yes, I mourn Viva Hate and I miss writing is, so what??

Viva Hate is like my baby even though I hate babies but we're going to ignore that, although it'll get closer.

I thought this might be good considering it's nearing the time when I wrote Viva Hate (I'll never compete that was PEAK writing) and it's around the time when I first discovered The Smiths (also Morrissey. dear god please please please help me.) and The Cure!!

this will feature good ol' Steven and Robert in a mental hospital!

now he knows how Joan Of Arc felt! I love that incredibly gory marrissey fanfic, ANYWAYS!

originally, I was going to add a different cover but because APPARENTLY I HAVE NO STORAGE??? lies!

quite different to what I'm used to so this might be the last call for sin!

this may or may not have been inspired by a Cure whisper I saw on pinterest (woo!!) and I thought about making a fanfic based off on moz and rob at a mental hospital! this is like about 2 months or 3 months later, oh I'm so sorry.