The Abyss, Art Is Never Safe

my hole to China has hit bedrock and that’s it— it’s a wishing well and a grave now (every wishing well is) I remember whe...

Scrambled onto death yesterday While walking to an AA meeting… Realizing that motifs to drink are ...

They bought me.   A nice couple.   Don’t overstep my limits. My filaments came in a box. From Malaysia.  Eyes.  Teeth. Hair....

An enigma teleported by the gentle winds of time, loneliness always as a child and adult, til' death it is written. Blank sta...

Why do I welcome the abyss every day? It is my mission to live in darkness with a heart ripped open for the dark matter to...

Physically and mentally sick after a three day bender - never leaving my room except to walk to the liquor store for more b...

I am that tortured boy that you look away from. Yea, ruin… Gives the gift enhanced in blind detail. Sun...