God is looking through his little hole in the side of the universe and he s looking at you, waiting for your most vulnerable moment to share his wrath with you.
This is my art. Take it with you as you leave. Carry on my down-trodden existence filled with slackening highs and the dying rush of ennui while others die bleeding from their eyes. This is the poetry of the cursed. Back to home base
--a metaphysical inquiry into the alchemical notion of masturbation as the shimmering light of creation shining in.