Lobotomy… F%^k you, lobotoyou

Madness. Is it the cerebral cortex of calamity, the whole cerebrum, or something more? I think about this as I watch the light reflect from...

World Poetry Day.

There is nothing lazy about the brain of a crazy. Never stopping, always tipping, always tapping, quietness coming, start the flapping. Now the hurry, quickening...

Most of this site is filled with WIP content and has not been edited.

If the occasional typo or spelling error bothers you, then please walk away now,