Madness, madness, madness. I'm clever and I'm witty and I'm very bad with words. Step up and see the amazing Danger sputter up motor oil catastrophes in all sorts of mediums.
Madness and angst. I will tell you all that shifts around between wrinkles in my brain. I will tell you all that ails me and all that I cannot decide. Not yet. Not yet can I drink from the glass so hard to see, so opaque.
To make a long story short, It's a book of poems and art, bro.
do your thing.
