Red, like the sun, like blood, like your heartRed, like lust, psychedelia in the darkRed, Adam no Eve, just a spark.
A world where I am truly understood, a world where I am not demonized for looking different, feeling different, fantasizing different or getting high on Cannabis uniting with it's bliss.
A world free from the chains of religion and societal oppression, a world free for the expression of the soul my body embodies, a world where art meets art in symbiosis.
I am Red Adam though I smile, laugh and live for and in a world that I have given my all to with the hope that I would be given back, I still end up demonized, misunderstood, judged, unloved and rejected.
Renegade stoner, pagan and sinner all of these supposed degrading names they call me for being my own person but alas in all of my turmoil I've come up with questions; is hell a place or a state of mind? Are demons real or we just can't bare to view ourselves for who we truly are and the evils we've done.
This is my world, my dark twisted euphoric fantasy, this is the devil's collection, one that'll captivate your soul in my hell.