We entered Chicago with my ear half chewed off the side of my head. For days on end I got to listen to Chaz’s exploits and ideas of what he would do to me had he ever the chance to get me cornered.

Late August was always the hardest time of year for me. The summer was officially over, and fall had really yet to start. Most of my friends had headed back to college already, which is what found me sitting alone in an empty apartment, flipping through the channels, on a lonely Wednesday afternoon.

My fellow inmates,

What a 2024

Lol

*twirls in a circle*

My fellow inmates, I must apologize as I have been silent for a few days, just as I began this website. I should have been here banging on the walls with a hammer & getting the place in order. So what happened? Saturday… April 30th…

My fellow inmates.

I have been saying that I wish to get a new site up for years.

however, I am a perfectionist and it’s probably best I complete a task at hand.

So, Welcome to our construction zone =)

Asylum

Moo, the only word in your lexicon. How sad it is, a brilliant mind, broken by hypnosis. A voice that galvanized millions, muzzled with a maw full of silicone.

A face, one carved out of marble by Michelangelo, hidden beneath a shiny, black, cow smile.

A body, one earned with years of labor, left to waste inside the thick sack that imprisons it. No one left to gaze into your piercing blue eyes, blinded by simple cloth.

The machine doesn’t stop. It does not tire. It executes its program. It extracts your life, drop by drop.

There is no pleasure, only routine remains. This is your place, it has always been your place. All of your choices, led you here. Here you shall stay,

Until the udder runs dry.