I am alone  with those awful voices. Nay, you reader have a real voice! Those hallucinations are evil static!   But I find, that I may find a way out. And then away for home,  to what home was meant to be! Away from these cursed voices!   Away...

Yeah,Vicky.I left a hicky on her neck.Back in the city,I wrote my number on the cheque.Very risky,like tempting Russians in roulette.Plenty sticky.Oh Vicky.Chest of might.Catch of delight.Eye sight’s over-pleasured,break my dyke.Pluck the brains back of the matte blackbarrel, left...

Midway through my life, I cannot go on. Middle of a winter storm, too blind to trek on.   The struggle of having to embrace psychosis, has been very painful, rendering me blind.   Blind and deaf to a world that rejected me, blind and deaf...