***Based on Renoir's painting The Luncheon of the...
A mighty impression...

Alone
Fighting despair...

A final reflection
Into the ripples of time...

Mirror mirror...why doth thou deceive me,
why art ones reflection so cruel...

Enter the snarled, ragged forest of Carnage,
where peril hangs from the trees...

Walking down a crippled road,
he encounters a fiendish being...

A circle unknown to Dante
Surpasses both paradise and inferno...

Syringe,
stuck in the arm...

Oh dancing willow,
enlighten me with thy weeps...

Ode to the fan
that kept me cool...

Alone,
waiting for the perfect victim...

Hello dearest so called friend,
why are you on the ground...