I have been spiritually wounded by modernity in a way that can never really be atoned for. To express, not in the artistic sense, but more akin to the "expression" done to pus from a wound, some small measure of what my spirit has to offer, poisoned as it may be by the pornographic, seems to me a way of preserving at least one atom of what I hold sacred while pandering to my ruined motivations. It was not my first choice, and in a better world I never would have dared or had mind to dare, but here I am and it is at least some good fun as I wither away while waiting for better times.
