Gnawing

Theres something gnawing at me. My head is tearing apart, and my chest has a little spark plug thats slow-roasting everything inside me. Its like a hundred dead people with cold, slow rage are pulling my brain apart in a macabre fury of moans and pain.

Meet Fred

I'm happy today. So is Fred the Smiley :) Unfortunately, because of a freak genetic accident, Fred has no arms, legs, upper body or neck, and so cant do anything about his happiness like I did today. Fred's sad life is all about unrealized expression.




Fred's story will continue shortly.