Ink Dot Boy Bio: The Red Symphony Years

There is a wall in the red place that has capitalizations. I’ve taken letters; individual parades from the tears of these walls. They are in plain sight. My symphony, and my words are my tale…my last confessions.

I am the wildness that you fear and that you never knew you had. You can’t understand unless you read and dig deeper.

There are dark places that haunt your dreams, and I have seen them all. I’ve tasted your sexual breath; crooked and divinely growing in the hollows. The world was waiting for me, and I’ve arrived.

A sexual scream...feeling it penetrate you like the sodomy of an entire empire; dark and warm.