I have managed to get myself into the BadBadBad habit of staying up until the foolishly late hours of the morning, writing badbdbad 15 year old poetry about things I don't undertand, such as Love, Hate, Drugs, Sex, Envy, Life, Death, Addiction and things, people and places that exist in nowhere else but my mind. Sometimes I can get quite graphic, so if any of the poetry described above could upset you, I suggest you go hide in a cave with a blanket over your head for the rest of your life. =]