just one of those days when by being confronted with the true horrors of life you are reminded how ok you are.
Exasperatedly eclectic. Delicately pornish. Unfashionably stylish. Uncomfortably smart. Elegantly sarcastic.
lalaland
I babble insensibly between your verbs and unleash fever into the side of your neck while acting the embarrassed vampire I pull your ear to my mouth and clutch at straws like phrases until I find the one that breaks the camel’s back and now right now right this frozen minute (stop all the clocks) I am the startled punctuation you find hiding behind cushions and brushed under carpets I am a broken record an unspooled reel a scratched disc a corrupted file so I jibber and I jabber and I crack and I fold and I splinter and I shatter and I shout and I scream and yet and yet I feel no need to speak no compulsion to communicate I don’t succumb to the common pursuit to co-exist in conversation.
2012/05/30
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Feelin’ HOT HOT HOT …
A drawing I did a few years ago but re-vamped it a bit! It seemed suitable.
