[Suzerain of Sheol]

Well, clearly by a consequential neuro-electric process that I am merely the enslaved observant to.

I don't honestly know, though. I seem to have a singular gift for translating abyssal nihilism into words. My process of writing poetry is... tangentially conscious, I'd say. I have to more or less meditate on concepts until the words crawl to the surface. I'd say, perhaps, that the act of writing these is, for me, a kind of cathartic suicide-by-proxy. An attempt to murder the ego with its own tools.

The bizarre thing is I can't actually write them when I'm depressed. Anyway, I think a lot of the concepts and turns of phrase come from the churning vortex of useless imagery imprinted on my mind -- religious and mythological archetypes and their associated meanings, strands of philosophy that I have abusive relationships to, and my particular obsession the reductionist model of the human condition.

That may be code for being totally insane.

Or possessed by Satan, take your pick.