Possessing a diagnosis that makes you feel like you’re living on the dark side of the moon. Psychosis! Why does she stay with me?     Possessing this thunder in your heart with the hope that one day...

Another lover of words and slang There’s no going back to handjobs Falling short of a sonic gang-bang Her love aches the tension throbs We are both believers in foreplay Syncopated tongues paint delight Against the tide we begin...

A single page entrycould make a novelof a thousand pageswritten in vanity.Kept out of sightfrom tenacious eyeswhich clawits delicate words.It is the gold kept lockedbutton by buttonwithin my being.There is no combination to this safe.As it is with the...

I darkly confesswithout remorse or,empathy,there is nothing like eating somethingstill squirming to stay alive.