Say what?

I have created my own prison. I need to break free.

On the outside I'm growing older. On the inside I'm quite dead.

Doom Doom Doom Doom (fan-fucking-tastic show)

Dinner for one (don't tell mom).

My bruises have bruises.

I left in love, in laughter, and in truth and wherever truth, love and laughter abide, I am there in spirit.

My wall of pictures is slowly growing

I should be allowed to beat them with sticks. Right?

In space no one can hear you scream (but if you were there, you could hear me giggle).

Somewhere in my punctured heart I miss someone I never had.

Pictures on my walls.

Dressing room for clowns?

Some things you need to see for yourself.

A camera is an instrument that teaches people how to see without a camera.

Photo: JK