We'll either understand each other better, or we won't. All feedback is treasured.
On the evil of a diary
You can be alone, if you'd like.
Thinking of cockroaches made me think of my mother (and Hitler)
Cruel Harmonies: Acid = LSD and the Dovetail Joint, yeah.
Martin Scorcese is my father (and other things I tell myself to fall asleep)
Today my fingers bled (it's my fault)