Preface

It is quite impossible to precisely pinpoint where my story began. Truthfully, I am uncertain myself if my story (if my life should be referred to as such) even necessarily has a beginning. Perhaps you, Reader, depending upon the disposition and constitution of your very mind, are baffled by my statement. You are most likely inquiring, "No beginning? Is such a thing even conceivable?" Indeed, in many a sound mind every tale has its own commencing point, that crucial place of exposition, a foundation for very mountains of words to be built upon….

However, if you are in fact one of those with a sound mind, I advise you avert your eyes to another writing; for this work (if my scrawl is even worthy of being called so) is not for those sound in their mind. Oh no, it is quite the opposite; specifically, I am communicating to the outliers of this world who share an adjoining dissonance in the thoughts' tone; this writing, my friends, is for those who have experienced the marring, brutal blows of a beast within, a beast both mentally and physically unhinging. This is why, dear Reader, if you have not been clasped by the murderous palm of insanity, I advise you look away now; for, once the forceful tides of the arid sea of mental instability pull you asunder… there is no escape from the black blooded terror that awaits.