The natural inaccuracies, depth, and beauty…

“You made us suffer, your father and me”

“something once vital ringing the edges of me”

…stupid, damaged, crazy…

“He just lay there, propped up, staring at me”

Guilty people smile, because they are hiding something…

“You hold me under, play wrestle—a body pin.”

Hail Satan!

“The glue on the stamp
tastes like failure”

“That was better than therapy”

“Sometimes all you need is a voice and a body”

Fuck yes, Jersey Shore…

“Watched my girlfriend scream in pain and puke all over the floor”

Gay, addicted to sex and drugs, hustling myself, lost in the night…

“People wanted to dance. People wanted to scream. People wanted”

OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD…

Capturing both the mundane and bizarre, pushing the limits of realism.

“a greater understanding of this widespread intolerance”

A new pick-up line for the criminally insane…

“let’s just dig
up this brick
you’re nailed to”