Since I have time before my closing chapter is written, I figured that I'd at least attempt to pass on some wisdom and beauty to a warped world. My words will resonate with you and truly be heard.

Before I give any part of me, you should know that I'm growing ever more empty within. This emptiness is wearing a hole through my soul. At times, I may come off as self-centered, but I can assure you that nothing about me is “centered”. When you correspond with me, the topic of conversation will likely shift rapidly and dramatically, due to my A.D.D. fueled narcissism. The conversation will, for the most part, be dark, and trust me when I tell you that it is darker than any other darkness that you have experienced. I'm the very meaning of sadism, self-loathing, and depression. I am in prison forever, for doing things that society deems terrible... Ha! “If they only knew... forever is not long enough!”

I have experienced life on all levels and truly to die, ultimately, would mean nothing but freedom to me. I have been to the highest level of highs, but I have also had to use my fingers to dig through some pretty deep cemetery soil. So, I rarely, ever get surprised or shocked, and my social circle... or lack thereof, has to be open-minded. I don't have time for closed-minded, single-shot, one frown, one smile type jerks! I'm a revolving chain-machine gun, that worships reality and bows to nothing, with a wicked smile and bitter emptiness.

There is way too much about me to try and interest you... I am definitely interesting. I guess, that I will lay out some of my basic traits. I am, definitely, a Scorpio, through and through, and I follow a belief system that only I can and will ever understand. Music and art, take precedence over almost everything else in my world. I, mostly, use this circus-like eternity of time that I have to read, write, and work out.

Anything to keep me from spilling more blood and tears out there in your world.

A Poem For All To Read:

A shifting light of reality shines through my barred window, My eyes soak in this twisted array of light, A fractured mind trying to decipher truth from confusion.
Thinking of all things as I bleed,
My mind is telling me,
The light is your reality,
Just step into it and you will be freed, Yet here I still bleed... when will this end for me!

When your ink bleeds into paper-speak true. Do not speak of the things that you are told to think, feel, or be like in your writing. When you write what is truly within your soul, no judgments will be cast by me. I will be here for that version of you until my breath gives way to silence. These prison walls fall away and blood becomes cold. Until that beautiful day comes, I will be here for you.

In addition to the United States correspondence, prisoners and overseas correspondents are welcomed.

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