A collection of poetry and illustrations of Boys interactions with Sir. ( r. ) Butler collected the writings and has chosen to share them with the public. A follow up to Feyer Eisen in my Blood.

collection of poetry highlighting the BDSM relationship between a Sir and his Boy. The love of pleasurable pain in a sexual way. Writing for the mature reader into a bit more then vanilla. Enjoy

Confronted with the voices once again Patrick B Vince put to paper the thoughts that were overtaken his mind and dripping into his daily life. Read how the flesh can taste so good and growing up a killer is a dream come true. You have nothing but sanity to lose.

Contagiously Speaking, may I eat your brain. A funny way to put it in a polite sense of darkness. Join in the read where kids are delicious and your neighbor could end up as your next meal. But what am I to spoil it, take a look inside and emerge in the mind of one a bit twisted.

Poems of the heart. May it be heartache, lust, or desire there is an emotion boiling over. Hate, loneliness, self loathing more emotions which can be picked up from the writing you are about to encompass. Don't be fooled by the title, there is more than love in the four letter category, it's just the one that seems the center of all people hold dear. out of, because of or lack of love has spawned hate, harm and deceit. I love you ... just don't like you. Read on.

What are you afraid of? Do you have a phobia ? Can you tell which fear is in front of you ? The palpitating of the heart, sweat on the brow and a blurriness in the vision. Don't hyperventilate, breath in a bag and read on.

through the mist in your mind heavy eyes do close behind them a story unfolds unpredictable constantly changing dreams some friendly some alarming all still just that formed thoughts in your head nothing true though some based on fact takes you to a purely fantasy land Sweet Dreams

Where my mind was at I do not know. Where My thoughts were are obvious. After years in between images of a past I can't fully remember has haunted me. Bits and pieces emerge in my writing. Some from the resent where I sit and ponder and a future I consider and wonder. Can I do what I write. Like Jack the Ripper ...cut with a knife.

Five short stories where the mind is put to the test to finish reading them. A man and his quest for the flesh. Company from Craig's list, a sweet revenge and the feeding of coyotes. When dreams aren't just dreams and two short poems for your reading sensation. This is definitely not for the squeamish or the week of stomach. Be open minded and if need be, take a break and start again.

Teenage years, high school, puberty. All the joys of growing up wrapped into awkwardness. Feel my emotions as I take you on paths where innocence is taken, feeling of life threatened and self esteem no longer in existence. Preserve is a natural thing and survive I did with scars and forever wounds but no longer a victim.

voices in my head made me do it, what a wonderful excuse that would be to use. They may not be able to influence my actions but my writing is another cup of arsenic. Writings from a time in the hospital when the voices seemed to be winning. Take a gander and see if they are like the ones in your head.

Hodge podge of writings that are meant to have you question the gender, situation, who you are who I am. Get the brain in motion and think, think, think. Will you be ousted or caught out int he rain. A pig or do you know Jack? All is plausible. Read for yourself and make your own determination.

collection of writings from my alternate reality spewed on the pages for your entertainment. some vulgar, some touching all written from the heart that has long since died.