My natural state is anorexia, insomnia, suicidality, homicidality, psychosis, and all the fun things that make a lost child. I have tried to kill myself
through auto-asphyxiation, auto-exsanguination, and automobile crashes. Somehow all have failed and I am left standing confused. Some say I have a talent in
writing. I'm a smoker and an alcoholic obsessed with pain and self-mutilation. My world is a strange lonely place, a dark fairy tale briefly interrupted by
charaters of many different faces. My body is adorned with ancient runic symbols and words. My embrace is as likely to be with open arms as it is to be with a
closed fist. Tread as you wish...