If variety is the spice of life, my sobriety isequivalent to rolling seven on a cubic dice. Standing tall like united lice on laboratory prisoned mice will sooth the soul and mute the sighs. Goodbyes are poor receptions in...

Can i ask you to ask me if i’m okay? Is it weird if i don’t listen to that question anyway?Isn’t it silly to live life with a raised chin, while my body is covered with more scar tissue...

A letter to my dearest Tears combined with ink Memories which i cheer in Nightmares in which i sink An endless fall to bottom Beyond the tears and soil Passing sights of sodom Sanity creaks in need of oil...

     It’s me again. Went away this weekend to see my brother, Garrett. My folks live on the same property so I got to see them as well. Plenty of good food, and making new memories, as well...