this was the night I laid me flat on my back for the first time, and felt my soul enter into me, summoned by the cracking laughter of the bones in my back. I found me warm, bloody moist and not dead. –SBM.


Too much premium has been placed on our silence by them who we look to for guidance so that even when our necks are caught in their staff, their stranglehold, and bloodlessly, our lives ebb away, we do not speak up against this shit We have become goats taught to believe that our bleats are … More Wanted: SCAPEGOAT!

Larvs Poetica

I want a life like art that hangs off the walls of a heart I want a hope like music that I cannot get out of my head and I want a love like poetry   that runs on in free verse that does not have plans of ending nor rules for bending like the … More Larvs Poetica