Most of the writings on here are supposed to be performed instead of silently conceived.

Most of it is inspired by friends: mighty, noble survivalists

and of course the world we’re made to live in.

She crosses the border to heap havoc once again, making even our most celebrated outlaws cower in the corner. Getting her mattress ripped open by the boys in blue in search of undermining poetry has become a daily routine. Broken hearts, fallen politicians and maddened teachers are just a pen stroke away.


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