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27(?) Year old transfemme Grey Wolf, and Phychpal Of C.K.

Alice B. Dahlia.

Is unfortunately confined to a cursed predicament. After thinking too hard on a terrifyingly haunting idea... "what if something's shadow.... possessed it's rotting skin... and it walked up behind- " step. step. Step. Step.

She sees it.... right out of the corner of her eye.. it's shadow cast upon her. Will it be there when she turns around? And what if... there's more?.....?

Alice won't know for certain, if she simply thought too hard or of this thing actually manifested itself from her thoughts into physical reality... What's worse? The demonic entity that could possibly be standing just around her side, or the realization she's had that now, another, different demon has returned to haunt her blood, one she's starting to feel in every vein as they stiffen simultaneously with the rapid increase of her blood pressure..

Regardless, it seems she has bigger issues that occupy her mind already...

Alice is a... unlikely yet somewhat kindred freind of CK's. Meeting in a psychiatric hospital after she was admitted for untreated mania, Alice was the only one who could give less of a FUCK who was or wasn't around when she spoke her mind or painted freely. CK asked her for a cigarette and she just handed the newly lit one to him from jer mouth and pulled out another, in true manic Alice fashion, lit the cigarette by pushing it against the one already lit in CK's mouth. Without touching him and in such a completely fluid motion, wordlessly Alice just walked away, sincerely not giving a fuck. Oddly enough, C.K. would stick around slowly easing his way closer to Alice, she would often talk to herself out loud and even louder if she knew ears were listening.

Eventually, CK started responding back, and thus: these two actually had a function conversation, one that never really started, nor really ended. Alice would always see him as some pent-up freak (true), but.. what the fuck ever really, atleast some loser had the audacity to fluctuate freely between topics. Topics that Alice was just glad she could fucking explore freely without consequences. Finally, someone could keep up with Alice's frequently macabre discussions AND THEN SOME. But.. that was years ago... though they still remain friends, in touch at random hours and sometimes months without contact and no introductions, Alice will hit that loser up with "dude... some cunt down lmfaoooooo." And you could probably guess why.

I can again ramble the fuck on, and maybe I will. Please welcome;