Mother Of Otherness, Eat Me.

Masks Are The Order Of The Day - And The Least I Can Do Is Cultivate The Illusion That I Am Gay, Serene, Not Hollow And Afraid.

A Skeptic, I Would Ask For Consistency First Of All.

What Did My Arms Do Before They Held You?

I Guess They Call It Suicide, But I'm To Full To Swallow My Pride I Can't Stand Losing You The Police Dying Is An Art, Like Everything Else. I Do It Exceptionally Well.

The Woman Is Perfected. Her Dead Body Wears The Smile Of Accomplishment.