The intricacies of my insanity
where the impossible seems three shorts steps to the left, and one giant leap into insanity…
“What I want to paint for you, in these final few words is a picture of a lost and confused young man, who had no one to turn to except himself. But unfortunately the man he was, was deeply scarred by the people around him, and was unable to help…”
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I write about Desire. Sex. Longing. Pain. Darkness. All of it.
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I am the First Eve.
where the impossible seems three shorts steps to the left, and one giant leap into insanity...
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The intricacies of my insanity 