self portrait

i am poison a plague given human form anger and rage distilled into pure villification i touch no one no one touches me for fear of black death i am bubonic carried by rats made from the depths of hell tortured and tormented until all that remains is a vaguely human stain of no consequence […]

r(age)

the rarified air of wanton stupidity is the nectar of the gods to some the best thing that ever happened to me was telling her it was over in the now eight years after it becomes more and more clear i should have done it sooner