It doesn’t weigh heavily on me, but it does make me VERY sad… about life, humanity, the meaning of being.. and who we are. I don’t think about it constantly, but when it enters my mind, I think about (more…)
Worthless Pulp
This was something I wrote while under the influence, years ago. It’s a bit dramatic for my tastes, but hell I wrote it….. It may be the death of me… this peeling, caressing sideways sweetly (more…)