this is what i write about. all my jumbled tho'ts, circling about in my head. sometimes i write about myself, sometimes about others, and sometimes about things. sometimes, it seems as if i speak of a person, however, it's actually the disease within. sometimes, the words i write are directed to a lover. sometimes this lover is human; sometimes this lover is an emotion, feeling, or tho't. sometimes, what i really want to say doesn't come out at all. sometimes, it crawls up inside the deepest part of my mind or soul, and it hides with all it's might. sometimes, i pretend i don't see it hiding, and sometimes, i beat it until it's almost dead...and it's then that it might come limping out.

the tho'ts that are spilled onto these pages are exactly that. i have never claimed to be a poet. these writings sometimes fly out of me in a poetic form, and sometimes, they fall out of me in a jumbled mess. nonetheless, here they are. for your enjoyment, my humiliation, i don't know. i don't know why these words come, but they do. so, leave this site if you think they are of no use to you...or stay if you think you might have ever felt this thing called...MINDFUCK.