Can we be honest with ourselves for a moment? I want to talk about some things. Things like Facebook. Twitter. Instagram, perhaps. Hell, even Tinder…anything that lets people advertise who they are (or at least who they want to be) without having to concern themselves with the real world. Yeah, I know. It’s not easy … More The One: First Entry
My dearest Lilliana, Not a day goes by without my thoughts eventually falling upon you. Those carefree, restless nights spent together I always think of as I sit here in the trenches, covered in the grit and dirt that this advance has cast over me. Every day we are inching forward, further and further as … More Letter to My Lost: 2
The other day I went out and bought this big ass terrarium. At first I wanted something else, like a ferret, or salt aquarium. But I ended up changing my mind. Something about that enormous, transparent habitat just appealed to me. Not sure why. Anyway, I took it home, set it down, walked away and … More My New World
Happy Valentines. Ha! Yeah right The only date I have tonight Is with my gold, to you I say And this glass of Cabernet All these hearts and all these roses All these stupid picture poses Make me so sick I could die Go stick those photos in your eye! This money’s all I want … More Happy Valentines, from Ebenezer Scrooge
It’s funny really, sit back and watch At all the people, climbing notch Try to break an industry That only wants to catch, release They all want content, what they need A mind like mine, that doesn’t feed On all the bullshit, all the fake And how much money can I make This game is … More Keep it Close
The real inside you wants to out Because you know what you’re about It’s scratching, teething, ripping in Creating so much real tension The world is wasted, the time is ours To fix these fucking scrapes and scars These people all have gone to hell It’s time we step up, fix the shell Well do … More The Real You
This is a story, of that I’ll tell As I fill my black inkwell A pen and pad, it works I think Yet naught compares to quill, and ink To sit within this room of black And think of all the world shall lack The pain I feel, I think it so The same as … More My Black Inkwell
Why does he just stare at me As I’m driving, silently Watching oh so creepily Licking chops so hungrily Does he think of eating me? Does he want his bowl to be Filled with water, does he see How his gaze drives me crazy? I must breathe, I think I’m free Surely he is not … More No, B!
Gazing in this mind of black At all the things that I’d take back If only it was kind to me But time, regret, its cruel, you see The things I wish I hadn’t done They never fade, they never run They occupy my mind at night And fill my heart with doubt and spite … More It’s Cruel, You See
In my chamber, losing sleep Rocking, thinking, silently Watching broadcasts quietly Observe this world, so violently I wonder if the day will be When people live, peacefully Shedding war, with treaty No longer loving fearfully It all could change, if only we Would be the change we want to see We must admit, reluctantly To … More Together
How the World Should Work 