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um, hi.

This is supposed to be the story of me. But it's not the sTori, since I haven't ever met her. It's just me, here, alone, counting my feathers. And there aren't too many of those left. Why do I feel the need to bare my soul to an infinite number of anonymous internet voyeurs? ...Nothing but meat, I guess. Maybe, if we start with blood roses, or girl or saty, I'll end up in never seen blue, which, if I really think about it, is where I am. Hold on, kiddies. It's the ride of your life.

• the reasons why
  • do you know carolina
• introductions
  • in terms of the Strange Little Girls album [spoilered]: hard to hide a hundred girls in my hair
  • clinical stuff, like my diagnoses and hospitalizations (with explanations, criteria, etc.) [spoilered]: the white coats enter the room [not up yet]
• timeline
  • all the lies that are my life -- Harlan Ellison quote, not Tori