"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

Lascivious Virtues Intertwined for Devious Integration


As long as rhyme deems breath
I […]

A Moral Emetic for Mischievous Devastation


There had must be a better […]

An Aesthetic for Moral Conservation


But you cannot,
The liquor is emetic […]

Obligatory Meaning for Life's Lesson


A statutory meaning to life’s lesson
A […]

Gemma's Arm


Is there anything gentle
Or man left
In […]