Empty and debauched,that hollow spaceinside of me,the cavernousvoid that I triedto stuff withbooze, drugs,whores galoreturned out to bethe exact shape ofthe Creator.I smelled the stalebreath of death comingfor me on thenightmare wind.Life tasted like rottenmeat.Maggots ate away atmy soul,...

French for "My Dragonfly" Always hanging by the water cool—that is where you find my libellule.Unafraid to spread her gentle wings,she only prefers the poetic things. All she finds along her way,also bold in the words she will say.A most cynical...