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Slenderman is my homie
Jan. 20th, 2014 11:23 pmPeople who are afraid of monsters confuse and amuse me. Monsters have always comforted me. The scarier-looking they were, the nastier they were, the more I loved them, and still do. I have a shape-shifting monster as my guardian spirit. I wanted to be a monster growing up so I could chew off the heads of anyone who dared bully me, or rip their abdomen open and laugh as they scream with their guts in their hands. Monsters speak to my soul, resonate in my heart.
Most think monsters are ugly. I find them beautiful. The bigger, the scarier, the creepier, the nastier they are, the more beautiful they are. You say "hideous" and "deformed," I say "darkly beautiful," and "gorgeously asymmetrical." You say "pulsating, oozing pustules," I say "slick, throbbing nodules." You say "necrotizing venomous bite," I say "COOL!" You fear a Wraith queen, I want to be a Wraith and be her mate.
Monsters: I am obsessed.
Most think monsters are ugly. I find them beautiful. The bigger, the scarier, the creepier, the nastier they are, the more beautiful they are. You say "hideous" and "deformed," I say "darkly beautiful," and "gorgeously asymmetrical." You say "pulsating, oozing pustules," I say "slick, throbbing nodules." You say "necrotizing venomous bite," I say "COOL!" You fear a Wraith queen, I want to be a Wraith and be her mate.
Monsters: I am obsessed.
