Macabre

I'm not quite sure what my imaginary ancestry would be. My favourite writers are Emily Bronte (author of the great classic Wuthering Heights and an amazing poet), Edgar Allan Poe (father of short fiction and the writer of beautifully dark poetry), and Emily Dickenson (not gonna lie). I still don't know very many poets, and I know that there are hundreds more out there that I might fall in love with, but I haven't found them yet. Unfortunately. I need to start researching.
But I know one thing. Bukowski's Like a Flower in the Rain is not a good first impression on a person who's never read his work.
Edgar Allan Poe is like my father in writing. I fashion my writing into a style much like his, find his Gothic and morbid habits amazing. Insanity is a trait we both share. I don't drink, and I'm not at all depressing (in perconality, anyway), but I do tend to look on the darker side of things. Not pessimistic. Definitely not.
I suppose you could call this face Macabre, since my blog is on faces.
The sadistic, morbid, uncouth sort of face that I wear the most. Macabre has a sick and dark sense of humor [as all of us writers seem to have], generally dealing with ghosts, mutilation, mystery, nighttime, etc. Macabre is the very heart of my artistic madness. She gave me my madness, my weird quirks, and my self confident attitude. I was born with Macabre hanging over my shoulders, long before I had even heart Poe's name.
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