As I began to spill my fast food fountain she opened like a blood rose gushing crystal nectar from her basin. A flow of sparkling daggers trickled through my system, freeing Gordian knots of misplaced energy that stagnated in tangled whirlpools and burrowed in like cancerous augers. Her golden mirror glinted, alluding her silhouette. She was sitting at her dresser getting dolled up for a long night in. A golden torch shone in my eyes and the inspector held an interrogation. A worm with smashed teeth bit down on my spirit. He came through the Temazepam sleeping pills. From a quarter to a tray. The nightmares ceased to occur in my sleep. Waking life became the nightmare. Critters among us denounced inebriation – each of them spastic on repression – sucking inward like dehydrated fruits. Their fingers muttered and jeered. I walked on through the delirium to die in the gutter, as would more noble beasts.

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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