I started reading Michael Louise Calvillo’s I Will Rise earlier today – I’ve not had a chance to get more than 20 pages in, though, for various reasons (damn it!).
But there it was on the bottom of the third page:
I’m not nice. I hate life. I hate you, and most likely, you hate me. I’m ugly, pot-bellied, acne-scarred and media-twisted. I’m real and I’m fundamentally fucked up. I’m real and I really need.
I literally jumped out of my chair and yelled, “Fuck yeah!” :banana:
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Appalachian gothic fiction writer - my works reflect a love of literature flavored by the darkness and magic residing in these ancient mountains. In my spare time, I'm a Simmer, I tumbl, I journal, but I always have a very strange sense of humor. I have lived away from the mountains and lived deep in the mountains. I currently live in Central Kentucky with my lifepartner and his cat. The mountains, their culture, their superstitions, their particular magics, will always be in my blood.
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