Obsessive Compulsive Disorder is no joke. Saying “I’m a little bit OCD” is like saying that a homeless man is a little bit strapped for cash, like saying that…

Taking some of his pill paint, he neatly nestles it at the suffering surface – softly, slow and absolute nurture, please. Simply amply apply and gently ease…

A constant cacophony of unerring make-believe – the bold embittered comatose cold shoulder given over

To a piece of pure under-the-skin art

Attract the abstract…

He made it impressive so that it might mark itself incredible – the envy-laden ladies argument with the madmen and their wish to buy their own minds back

This is the tailspin tale of a loved-up boy, one girl, who once decided for themselves that to leave school early one day and to go with themselves to…

Pale September & jagged November, they’ve been using the soles of their confusing faces again, yet she is still the egomaniac that they do adore, walk on…

I was recently asked to write an article detailing my life with OCD so far, not an easy thing to do by any stretch of the imagination, but stretch…

He with his (appealable) longing to look like a multi-emotive, stick-thin model, staring at the unreachable images atop the delicate pages of a thousand million Image magazines….