And he danced and he screwed with his boys
    and his head. And he fucked up his id - what
    he was, now was dead. And the passion which
    tore each cell apart screamed: Oh lord can
    you help me, I need to be free..."

    Excerpt - A painted man

    Don’t for one minute believe there’s a
    soft heart beneath my skin... This is
    the day I’m too tired to keep on
    running. Today, on this cool, clear,
    sunny day, I’m taking a long, quiet
    stroll back down Memory Lane, and I’m
    coming to knock on your door...
                           
                 Excerpt - Memory Lane Massacre
                                                   
Dressing For Breakfast
The Chair
After The Mardi-Gras High
The Table EC2
A Greater Need To Breathe
Deliberation