Grim's Crypt

Where the dark ones roam.




My skin, an unblank caramel canvas of art work that spew meanings of me. My hips, curved more than craters in the moon sway so you can't look away. My hair, coily tendrils of chaos and freedom reign wild against... Continue Reading →


"Every day I go to war with my inner demons. Those vile entities that try to consume me and render me dead. No, not physically dead, but spiritually, emotionally and mentally. I suffer from depression but isn't as bad as... Continue Reading →

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