BEYOND THE ASHES OF MY LIFE.................................ARE THE BUTTS OF MY DISASTER
THE MAD ONE’S KEEPER
I SEE ART THROUGH A GLASS OF APPLE JAX BEFORE ME. I DISCREDIT THE WORD STOP. THIS IS MY SORROW, MY CONFUSSION, MY LIFE. WILLING OR NOT I’VE LOST THE FOCUS OF THE LIE. I STAND BY, WATCHING THE WORLD COLLAPSE, THE ELDER HAS FALLEN WITH IN SLICK BATH.