Perhaps when you are old, Or perhaps you take a tumble, Death is Patient, It will wait. You could be struck down tomorrow, Or live until you are ninety nine, Death is Patient, It will wait. You could lose a battle, Or run out of steam, Death is Patient, It will wait.  No matter how … Continue reading Death Is Patient →

Time is a never-ending string of possible and impossible events moving toward oblivion. I am aware that it seems rather morbid to start an essay, but I am not one to tiptoe around the facts. We are all going to die and it will happen. I want you to imagine death. Just take a moment, … Continue reading Picking at the Metaphorical String of Time →

Welcome to the wonderful world of the manic writer. The purpose of this blog is simple: Turn my 3 am thoughts into real time nightmare fuel. My university has informed me that I should build a portfolio of my work, so how better to complete this task by making the world a little bit worse … Continue reading Welcome to the world →