An Exercise in Literary Thought

This is my invitation.

An invitation to the slip between depravity, and the fading edge of youth- where lies a truth that can only be expressed through the natural flow of voice. As of late my voice has become inundated with the social irony of an entire civilization who encourages regurgitated cliches, or desperate acts of violence to serve as a testament to their mark in time. And why not? These are after all desperate, and ironic times.

So, come one, come all! Grab your poison and curl up by the fire where we’ll drown in the pool of my imagination, and sink deep into its well.