Seeing that this almost-kept-hidden poetry book did enormous the first week, I'll continue it. These proceeding poems are free- of no restrictions or themes to revolve around. All topics I find in my life I'll write about with no hell of a man nor authority to tell me otherwise.

I'm drunk writing this, with the regional priests in fact. I sang for them as well with high notes fueled with wine so the old poems I'll post in Part II were unfiltered pieces hand-picked by sedated fingers. Maybe tomorrow my sober self would be surprised.