Part 1 of Essay
Every time I open the door to my room, waves of hot and musty scents of piss and sweat fill my nose. I have a contentious debate with myself whether or not to open my closet. I'm afraid that the dead mice of sugar hungry ants will invade my subconsious and give me bad dreams. Debates over, closet lost. I guess I'll list ....

Part 2 of Essay
.... next to her. She has a giant knot in her hair. Amniotic fluid is being dumped onto a beautiful dancing girls head. Mr. Manson is squating down, his half naked self-mutilated body glowing red under my lights. His arm is reaching out at me, trying to pull me into his twisted Willy Wonka world. I close my eyes and concentrate, leaving my ears, my nose, and my mind to do all the work for themselves. Realizing the stench in my room has gotten quite bad, I light some insense. It's almost 11:30, and I do ....