i hope you like my stupid painting it won't be here next time, you'll burn it i'm no matisse and never said i could paint the way things are going..i
whole philosophy is based on moodswings Limited attention spans and an expansion pack for everything Am I feeling it? Mostly full of it Selling my cuts
a good portion of devotion on sale to the stale-skinned, rummage-happy everyday troop. got my bells on: it keeps my ears ringing and peers watching.
i. it's a slow fever, the sweat rises and recedes, as the weeks sprinkle onto sidewalks from the shredded calander balconies of new year's. i've been
bravery like the rented camaraderie in the human lottery. whatever year it is, i'm still sick. can't hate the sky for being gray or the bad poem that we live
I keep smudging off into the background And continue to sink through the sidewalk with my head under a bench, to see who hears me, narrating their lives
