I enjoy horror, mostly anything I create has to be sinister in some way... or it's boring. I browse deviant for inspiration, I love photography including Gothic,Lolita/rave/erotic, Anything over the top and lovely.Things I hate mostly my job and being to aware of my surroundings. I feel that my town is lacklustre stunting my creative growth. It wouldn't help that I am lazy, and unproductive. It's my own fault really but it's more fun to blame something else.
I woke up last night staring at the neighbouring table next to my bed. The alarm clock and various things on the table grew faces and mouths and began screaming! I ran out of my bedroom into the hall way, I was drenched with sweat and my heart was racing! When I fell back into my bed I tried to wake my husband and tell him everything. I can't understand what happened, or if I ever really ran into the hallway, I'm just dreading my next nights rest.

True story