In winter my blood no longer boils,
and it cools my tempered heart,
then I start think of the gray sky
and all the beauty they miss,
because when the cold bites at them
and they whine and they moan,
I laugh so hard that I cry
because nothing makes them happy.
About Me
- Ryan Coddington
- I have a bit of an unnatural magnetism to horror. I dig nightmarish monsters, space terror, evil cults, and women covered in blood, but I'm not picky. I have a Tumblr called Terror Theater where I just post pics from horror films. I've been making electronic music for a little over five years now and release it all for free under the current moniker Steamgunk. I've been writing short stories and prose for about twelve years now and I read lots. I have Peter Pan syndrome and an enormous ego.
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