Woa sweet mumma she beach on my face like rising crystallised cunt nectar spire toppled longways as a semi – post coitus. Slave carcass slung off the pipe drape a dwindling bitch flame arse grave (digger) overcome and taken under. She got champagne catacomb chiller and a mad bastard in a straw hat presiding crouched like a gargoyle of meth grinding rotting teeth down to black dust wot sprinkle not unlike a white christmas minstrel atrocity. Take one step on a charred limb and watch it crumble.

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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