Home is Where Satan Is

Experimenting with a different theme on the meaning of home.

Addicted to Music

What am I addicted to? It’s a healthy addiction.

Inside your striking, lovely exterior, I want to know what your mentality is. How do you function as a human? … More

The short, round cherry wood table wears a silky, musty, antique relic. A vintage, crimson flapper dress rests neatly across … More

He came, like never before, spewing infested verbal semen from his mouth, unfettered. Swarms of sinful confessions, swam through the … More

I’m very worried about your future. Where will you be centuries from now? When is your judgment day coming? What … More

*sigh* Darling. *sigh* Honey, I wish I could . . . I want you to be . . . *sigh* … More

Nighttime dreams are an arena, for the subconscious mind to hash out all the sludge the heaviness, the deep seated … More

You can slice my name With a steak knife, Cutting it into pieces, But don’t ever, EVER Judge my situation. … More

Like the spring breeze that blows the trees which carry wind onto my face through my open windows, I feel … More