It's confusing, when you are lost and think you know exactly where you are. Then somebody tells you. I struggle to reassert myself, try and bring back some of the venomous essence that comes with hate, and I can't.

4/12/01
Untitled (part 4)
Is Love Real?
Untitled (part 5)
Inanimate
Focus
To Bury the Dead
Suffer
Grotesque
Experiments with Fuschia
Wench
Locke and Hobbes
Nusquam Tuta Fides
Synthetic
Gardens
Space Out
Sanctuary
Unfolding the Arms of an Insect