*A FAINTLY TALENTED AMATEUR’S PERCEPTIONS OF FITTING INTO AN ARTISTIC COMMUNITY11 May 2017
it is not your fault not your fault.7 April 2017
Little ghost boy dreamt …
“Come to dinner,” she’d said.
I run home, which hurts my bladder.31 March 2017
And eventually Fiona got so good at keeping still that tiny asteroids started mistaking her for a small planet.
We slip into the yawning nothing and she promises me that things are about to get freaky.
God, I want to eat Leonardo DiCaprio’s face.
A testament to the industry and luxury that we have cultivated for generations. A nexus of beauty, purpose, and above all accessibility to one and all.
As a lad, the only game we ever concerned ourselves with was the game of life.