The Miss E Of Worlds Most Hated (E's for Eerie, not Elated)

I cannot even express how excited I am! My faaaaaaaaaavorite author ever is a man named Hart D. Fisher. He CHANGED my life. When I was..... maybe about 14, I picked up his book 'Poems for the Dead'. I originally intended to give it to my boyfriend at the time for Christmas but I bought it a few months in advance and ended up forgetting I ever bought it. (I gave him a replica sword and a book about witch hunting in Europe instead, if you're wondering.) I found 'Poems for the Dead' still in its plastic wrapping, smelling of Hot Topic, buried in a pile of semi-clean laundry and thought 'eh, I need something to read...'

It changed my life. My actual, entire life. If you look on the networking website I won't mention, under my heroes, he is the first one mentioned. I stayed up all night and read this book then I read it again then I wrote down one of his poems in my math notebook (which I still ahve to this day and is my prized possession) then I went INSANE. Honest to god insane. I started writing poem after poem after poem after poem after poem after poem after poem after poem... I didn't stop. For years. YEARS. The word vomit... the notebooks and notebooks I filled with twisted words and the emotions that ruled me as a child.

I cannot even explain it. But this man changed my life. Changed it. Poems for the Dead and Still Dead ruled my life and my pen for over a decade. When Poems for the Dead went out of print and I lost my copy, my ex boyfriend crawled every bookstore and website he could find until he finally turned up a battered copy in a used bookstore in Holland. He gave me the best present I have ever recieved - that copy of Poems for the Dead, Still Dead (which I didn't know existed), and a signed copy of Jeffrey Dahmer vs Jesus Christ printed with Hart's blood. It was the most thoughtful present I have ever recieved. It showed how well he knew me. (I gave him signed Pantera CDs and a comic book on the career of Pantera.)

Opening up my inbox, I was like "oh god, another random email..." Emails from random guys are usually "ur so hot i want ur butthole" or "check out my crappy band." When I got to the end and saw "Hart D. Fisher", I started screaming. I got out my notebook and reread that poem I copied down. It's called 'Candyland' and its in Poems for the Dead.

I'm just... I dunno. Shocked. Stoked. Speechless. He's my actual, actual hero and changed the entire course of my life. That feels pretty fucking cool.

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Now I need to shower because I'm way late.