Everyday it's on repeatdrink your coffee move your feetTake your brain and then disposewhere it goes, nobody knowsJust keep movingjust keep workingDesperate systemmental prisonKeep on the tracksdo not look backJust keep working hoursthat devoursHopes we're dreamingit's deceivingThis is madnesscostumed...

My name is Billy Bedoe, and in the sweltering summer of 1969, I encountered the devil incarnate. Her name was Jolie Wheeler, who was 57 years old at the time, and what we nowadays know as a psychopath. I...

  The alleys reek of rum and pine trees,neon bar signs croon atwisted Christmas Carol,people grin, dragging bags ofanxiety and presents,slamming doors behind them likea drunk drummer boy. I sit at the bar, empty glass, empty heart,watching snow waltz across thelonely...

“I don't feel pain, I don't feel alive, yet no angels in the bright moonshine.”   The lady of sorrow confided to herself aloud in a whisper. One so delicate, it could vanish like flying dust should she be loud.   But she was standing stoically at...