The Images I Had Were Of People

Yes. Yes I Am. I Am A Completely Demented Misogynist.

My Pain Is Constant And Sharp, And I Do Not Hope For A Better World For Anyone.

I Tried To Make Meat Loaf Out Of The Girl But It Becomes Too Frustrating A Task And Instead I Spend The Afternoon Smearing Her Meat All Over The Walls, Chewing On Strips Of Skin I Ripped From Her Body

It's Like My Characters, All My Men Are Dad And Me In A Mess; All My Female Characters Are Smart And Hopeful, Like Mom Just Trying To Make The Best Of Things.

When The Going Gets Tough, The Tough Go Drinking.