Nursery rhymes twisted in grimm outcomes beg all humankind to question ones own self loathing while criticizing the world around for all the injustices it brings upon us while we inevitably stir the pot with our own self unconfessed sexual desires that burn deep inside our groin, wishing to thrust our own bits and pieces into the perfect version we believe we are, open you’re eyes and see, you can never be me and I thankfully will never be the patheticness of who you think you are….
where the impossible seems three shorts steps to the left, and one giant leap into insanity…
