For all that you said, I only ever chose that which suited me. Like all garments, they drop to the floor when it’s time to fuck.

Prison rape. Of all the beasts, this is the primates gift. Crafty monkeys embroiled in innovative imitation. Like a delicious meal or a beautiful song, it’s all in the mix, and to captivate a broad audience is as noble as to serve only one’s self. The rule book is thick enough to use as a step so that we may reach the receivers arse, but a hefty and consuming bedtime read.

He is risen. He who shall remain nameless. As the world turns in he’s just scratching his arse… Boiling his jug.

Night work. Noble AF.

For a day-job I work in film set fabrication, but that's not nearly close to the feeling I get when I'm writing or creating music. I'm currently working on several screenplays, but this site is where I come to dump my quick-fire ramblings and expunge difficult emotions or experiences. I hope you take something from these writings. Each and every one of them comes from the heart.

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