A journey through the garden of life.
So I was standing in the kitchen one afternoon. I just got home from sellin my soul... I mean working on the plantation...sorry...I mean I just got home from work. Work is what it’s supposed to be called. Well, that’s what they call it. I call it selling my soul. Never underestimate the power of... Continue Reading →
Standing in this room. Feet on this white floor, surrounded by these four white walls, white ceiling above, white lights shining down on us. It’s cold in here. Staring at him, standing to the right of me, watching him cry. This fucking guy. To the left of me, they both stood. Together, crying on each... Continue Reading →
The Time Traveler 