“My attitude is straight stank like a woman’s public bathroom For treating my trust like a child  who shitted out their Fruit-of-a-loom,             “Violence was not my wake up call, but violence will be its end Her fuck up upon my...

Called and Chosen: Sometimes the Pit   Contorted dungeon, depths of creviced cracks, such minded designs – Madness as find. Somewhere/somehow, everything is fine. Such a wild wilderness, that comes to mind. We saw the future in the melting verdure – Following the signs, we went ever...