All the poems in this volume were titled in numbers. "Seven" meant the next stage of life. I am going through life in record time. Without even trying I was on my way to eat some more sh*t. Was my mortality really just a series of dirty words? I am...

I used to have the freedom to see the sun. These days I am locked away inside my mind. Help! I want my old life back. The seasons are changing. The weeks are turning into months, even years.