"Corsair of the wood, discard your skin; your pallid, wormlike vulnerability. Corsair of the wood, exchange your skin for pelt of dun and brindle luxury. A pentagram is burning in your eyes, and soft, pale twists of wolfbane squeeze your heart. A grinding pain is writhing in your thighs; the crunch of bones proclaims the change's start. Pirate of the flesh, throw back your head and part your jowls to sing a lunar song. The forest paths are dark, the night is long."
I am most inspired by: the ocean, the quest for nirvana, crows, the Romantic movement, science, macabre, horror movies, the human body, monsters, and the love of my life.