"I've got this killer up inside of me... I can't talk to my mother, (friends, women, coworkers, associates, affiliates, city council, the internets, the homeless or even your mother) so I talk to my diary."

-that Scarface song from Office Space

In the Way of R.R.

“The way of J.R.R, to show he is the star, battalions of fear.” […]

The Science of Galileo

The mistress of her own lust
A rhythmic deity,
A must
To exalt her deviancy
And follow the will of the one […]

Hansi Kursch and the Black Chamber

Don’t fear your last stand
You are encompassed within my pastiche…
My […]

Codependent Menace

“What? People read this garbage? I don’t see why… haven’t you noticed the Dubbya’ B’s awesome Spring lineup?” […]

Cancer of Visage

Sorrow and defeat
Betray my face
In essence,
A mask defaced
And […]

Brooks Was Here

“Institutionalized!” […]

Terminal Velocity of a Knife to the Back

“I eat the barrier in between as nourishment. No borderline between past and future. Evil beset. On both sides.” […]

Epitaph in Epilogue

“Draws inspiration from songs such as Victory by Megadeth, since writing a song using the titles of your other songs is killer. Wait, what’d he say about cunnilingus??” […]

Doxology in Forte

A diseased heart in a corpulent world
that couldn’t […]


“I might stay in school, or die in prison. Either way it’s my decision.” […]