January 25, 2007
I kill at the protagonists in mi story; haunted by the urge to kill unsure why these thoughts keep hitting me back every time I wake up. I canít seem to snap out of it. A man is truly a slave to his mind, anything can be made to seem possible and logical only with the indefinite stirrings of oneís brain. Witty and obnoxious, I am all that is crude and unrefined Ė your raw lack of appreciation, redefined. Irrelevant thoughts and a broken heart, take me through the wild on your comfy cart, itís amazing how we all abuse art!