It’s 10:38 PM in Montevideo, Uruguay. I am here on this platform writing words that I don’t know if anyone will find or read. I am in my little apartment through the door there are twinkling Christmas lights. But this feels more honest than Medium or Substack. This feels like my place.
I control the vertical and the horizontal here. This is my most honest blog. Where I divulge all the tasty secrets that the paying public won’t tolerate. Shorter punchier posts about vampires, bimbos, and dark sorcery.
Here is where I create things that don’t digest well in the light of day. The thoughts that get flushed away like a wriggling centipede caught in toilet paper.
“Baby, you need to leave,
'Cause I'm getting drunk on your noble deeds.
It doesn't matter that they don't get done,
When I feel this cold, they're like the fucking sun.
Baby, I need a friend,
But I'm a vampire smile, you'll meet a sticky end.
I'm here trying not to bite your neck,
But it's beautiful, and I'm gonna get...” – Kyla LaGrange, Vampire Smile