"Searing Flesh hardly saves The time you could have bent Such as the blade I lent the Mother of the crimson streaks Ingrained within your Skin Hanging, knotted ropes Can’t undo the countenance Of wide-eyed anticipation Or dissatisfaction with your Cumbersome, bodily Being When the Father looked To reply to curdling screams Of rusted, dulled iron, sinking Deep into your Body, spreading The disease of desperation" "The Disease of Desperation" by Lawrence J. Lacorne ____ Hi! I'm Eros. I've also realized that I really want to change my bio. I'm in CST. I'm a synaesthesiac (primarily graphime-colour) individual. My interests include: Animation (especially older or more lost forms, including rubberhose and cel animation), collecting animation cels, collecting newspapers, theatre, art, music, DnD, DOOM, Bioshock, cartoons (who would have thought?), psychology, and the like. I love poetry as well! I'm currently studying abroad in the US, but I'm very involved on-campus! I do lots, including being in my school's choir, speech and debate team, tutoring programme, serving as the president of the creative writing club, and being the advocacy chair for my school's theatre. I'm a huge philosophy and Shakespeare nerd. I'm also a coffee connoisseur, pizza addict, and calzone-dependent. The way to my heart is with marinara sauce, Spongebob Squarepants, chocolate, and choral music. But you don't need to worry about that -- I'm in a very happy relationship. :) I'm a little bit of a neatfreak and a grammar-officer-in-training. I'm a fashion anarchist and a maths hater. I only calculate how many words are in my post. That's all. Feel free to reach out (I have the consistency of a peanut)

<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;">"Searing Flesh hardly saves<br>The time you could have bent<br>Such as the blade I lent the <br>Mother of the crimson streaks<br>Ingrained within your Skin<br><br>Hanging, knotted ropes<br>Can’t undo the countenance<br>Of wide-eyed anticipation<br>Or dissatisfaction with your<br>Cumbersome, bodily Being<br><br>When the Father looked<br>To reply to curdling screams<br>Of rusted, dulled iron, sinking<br>Deep into your Body, spreading<br>The disease of desperation"<br><br>"The Disease of Desperation" by Lawrence J. Lacorne<br><br>____<br><br>Hi! I'm Eros.<br><br>I've also realized that I really want to change my bio.<br><br>I'm in CST.<br><br>I'm a synaesthesiac (primarily graphime-colour) individual. <br><br>My interests include:<br><br>Animation (especially older or more lost forms, including rubberhose and cel animation), collecting animation cels, collecting newspapers, theatre, art, music, DnD, DOOM, Bioshock, cartoons (who would have thought?), psychology, and the like. I love poetry as well! <br><br>I'm currently studying abroad in the US, but I'm very involved on-campus! I do lots, including being in my school's choir, speech and debate team, tutoring programme, serving as the president of the creative writing club, and being the advocacy chair for my school's theatre. <br><br>I'm a huge philosophy and Shakespeare nerd. I'm also a coffee connoisseur, pizza addict, and calzone-dependent. The way to my heart is with marinara sauce, Spongebob Squarepants, chocolate, and choral music. But you don't need to worry about that -- I'm in a very happy relationship. :)<br><br>I'm a little bit of a neatfreak and a grammar-officer-in-training. I'm a fashion anarchist and a maths hater. I only calculate how many words are in my post. That's all.<br><br>Feel free to reach out (I have the consistency of a peanut)</div>