Inhumanly Friend
Today You Spilled My Soul
When Pigs Fly
The Trip
Stillborn Soul
Manifesto of the Head
Left Behind
of light and madness
To a Friend (hurting inside)
Turning Nocturnal
Goddess Celeste

To My Princess Daphne
Tis' The Season For No Reason
Port des Horreurs
Lost & Found
3 a.m. Ravens of a Lunatic
The Crucified Man
Mother Earth
An Agnostic Descent
Muy Caliente Patty

Eddie the Head
"Just" Eyes
Eddie the Terminator
Property Of The Black Widow
Flowers Are Evil
Insane In The Membrane
Salad or Deli

Mother Earth
Written August, 2014

Planet Earth
There's no freedom here.
There's no help when you're in trouble.
There's no fairness in law.
There's no love for animals.
There's no reasoning with people's hearts.
Everyone believes whatever they want
without considering truth.
This is a savage mother earth.

"Fall is such a beautiful season, with the trees changing colors, and the cool breezes. Halloween was my favorite holiday, and I longed to walk hand-in-hand down the sidewalk with my beautiful woman, admiring the children's costumes, and tracing my fingers on the creases of her warm, beautiful hands, as we reminisced and people-watched, perhaps with a slight Tequila-buzz to set the mood off just right. Would it ever happen??"

Written from behind the cold walls of a psych ward.
The mask, "Never look through my eyes," was also created
in the looney bin and mounted on my palette.

Cocaine Kiss
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