I Lie As Truthfully As I Can.

I Have One Problem, I Don’t Hate People. They Disgust Me And I Want To Get Away From Them. I Do Not Have Hatred. I Have An Escape Mechanism.

Figuring The Average Poet Starts At 16, I Am 23.

We Are Here To Laugh At The Odds.

I Went Home Each Night Dizzy And Sick. He Was Murdering Me With The Sound Of His Voice.

There Is Light Somewhere.