All Of My Books Come From Pain.

All Of My Books Come From Pain.

The Images I Had Were Of People Being Driven Mad By Living In The City. Images Of Parents Who Were So Hungry And Unfulfilled That They Ate Their Own Children.

People Can Get Accustomed To Anything, Right? Habit Does Things To People.

Disappear Here. The Syringe Fills With Blood. You're A Beautiful Boy And That's All That Matters. Wonder If He's For Sale. People Are Afraid To Merge. To Merge.

Adjust My Dreams For Me.