Cats.
Tea.
Bad references.
That's pretty much it.

I like a lot of stuff entirely too much.
Allen Ginsberg's poetry.
Game of Thrones, Gotham, House, & In The Flesh
House of Leaves, Nausea, Generation X.
Phillip K Dick, Neil Gaiman, J K Rowling.
Smashy Bashy Boom kind of music. IAMX. MCR. Kavinsky.

In regards to my stuff:
Narcissist is my self-indulgent awfulness   #48 in Poetry),
Bitter Bones is where I hide things.
Lolita is Lo, plain Lo, in the morning, standing four feet ten in one sock. 

Feel free to PM me whenever, about whatever. I'm friendlier than my writing makes me seem. (Seriously though. I'm a massive dork who makes bad jokes. Couldn't hurt a fly if I tried.) 

Goodnight, Night Vale. Goodnight.