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My candle burns at both ends; It will not last the night

But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends— It gives a lovely light!

Lead. Chlorine. Acetone. Phosgene. In that order. Its a great story. I never claimed it was a true one.

First, there was me. I was the child that proved to the Devil that He was not right about everything.
Then, there was Laurie. He was the child who I used to prove that the Devil was right about some things.

Anything tagged "writing" is fiction unless stated otherwise. Apart from that, welcome to my dark and twisty world.

I'm no star, just a ball of ignited phosphorus at the edge of a marsh. If you follow me, I might lead you astray. Hopefully the ghostly light that I cast will give you enough evidence to make your own decision about what really happened at that terrible place all those many years ago. The inkblot is neither an alien nor a part of the female reproductive tract. Its just a blot of ink. See it as you will.