Much like the month of my birth, the month of October is dedicated solely to me, and how many ways I can make myself look like a character from the most disgusting/magical/mind fucking places of the brain.

This year I let curses guide me. I've been cursing a lot lately. No, not swearing. Just wishing boils, locusts, and bad tasting pasta upon people. It's been that sort of year. I thought that maybe if I let my dark not-so-well wishing ways be expressed in the form of costume, I wouldn't curse so much. I hope it fucking works.