This book of poetry is meant as a calling card of sorts from the author to the world at large. The author hopes to take you on a journey that is more like St. Vitus Dance than a mere waltz, more like a ride on a classic creaky roller coaster than the relative safety of the bumper cars, more like running a marathon in a funhouse than just staring at your own warped reflection in a mirror waiting for the clowns to point the way out...the author hopes you hallucinate, but that the psychedelic be the stark reality of the empathetic threads that connect you to him. The author hopes you squirm, not like a child bored in church, but like a tadpole teeming with curiosity, like the juggernaut of trauma's familiarity being told to sit down and examine it's ill conceived impeccability. This is the Razor of Your Smile, let it cut the silence.