“People are laughing at me today for having holes in my pockets, and ink blood on my fingers- a thirty-something old writer, who strangles words from dictionaries, and feeds on the decay of poetry.” PoetryTimeWaitingFamilyRelationshipEmptyWriterAbandonedDictionaryFather And SonVisitLost ChildStrangleInk Blood Book:Please Pass Me, the Blood & Butter Source: Please Pass Me, the Blood & Butter