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 Love Poems for the Chronically Evil
Heroines aren't always girls, milk is a nourishing beverage for baby cows, avocados are birds of prey, burning things down is illegal, Fedotov Stockwell is a jerk, and other things Konev Helevitius is probably wrong about.


Loneliness is a lot like getting in a car.
You get in, thinking someone is going to be there to drive the car, and you fall asleep thinking you're safe, but a few hours in you wake up and look over and realise there is no-one else in the car. It's scary at first. You try to get out. You pound on the windows and scream at the people you go by, hoping someone will notice, but no-one does, and if they do they just smile and wave and maybe yell "Hi!" before going about their business. 
Then you start seeing signs.
"Road ends!"
"Cliff ahead!"
You think the car will slow down and stop as you near the edge of the cliff but it never does. It keeps going but by this point you've already adjusted to your situation and the next thing you know you're tumbling over the edge of a cliff going ninety miles an hour and there's nothing to stop you from hitting the bottom except a few branches here and there, but they only hold for a few seconds. They always snap and send you plunging back down into darkness and just when you think it will never end, the car hits the bottom of the cliff with a bang, rolls a few times, and you greet death like a friend.
Loneliness isn't this fictionalised idea stemmed from bullying or abuse or constantly being left out. It can be, sometimes, but loneliness is usually caused by being isolated in your own mind and watching the world go by while knowing you are alone not because everyone hates you but because no-one else is in your mind.
And it's a lot like getting in a car.
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 If you've found your way here I'd like to start by saying I am so sorry.

Other than that...

I like to be called Kalyfornya Dalgarno.
That's not my real name, I just like it.

My hobbies include rewriting songs to be about characters from books because I have nothing better to do and writing.

I don't like to talk about myself, but I will say that I love the band Thriving Ivory and I ship Destiel like it's my job.

I'm going to write a story here called "Love Poems for the Chronically Evil". 
It's not fanfiction. It's an original work with original characters.

I don't write a whole lot of fanfiction, but I do occasionally write some Sylvestre Munsey fanfiction because MK Robinson leaves so much to imagination. 

That's about it... Yeah...
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Once there was a boy named Tanner
And they said he was anything but mean
He was always walking through fields, talking about flying
And he never had to impress the Electric King

Once there was an Electric King named Foxx
He said he'd never find himself on his knees
He said he'd never find himself making friends with enemies
And he spent his days sitting by the river under the ash trees

Foxx and Tanner Ashley had a love few others had seen
But Tanner harboured disdain
He saw himself as Foxx's pain
And so a plan was hatched to see himself gone

Then there came a time when they had to leave their own city
And they danced like it was all they'd ever seen
But another thought was born
And Tanner Ashley was torn
And he never did tell his Electric King

Oh, Foxx and Tanner Ashley
They left their hearts too soon
For what Foxx did not know
And what Tanner could not show
Left Tanner Ashley on his own
On his own

Foxx left to a new land
With that blood upon his hands
And never could come around to let it go
And what had he to give if he'd killed the one who lived?
And he'd left the only one he'd truly known

He left his home never to see it again
Said something about how guilt can kill kings
In his old home he knelt
Never thought how everyone'd felt
He would lay his own life down
He would lay his own life down
He would lay his own life down
He would lay his own life down

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