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the boy who couldn't love the girl,
I’m sending works out hoping the viewer will feel less alone and very alone (both). I’ve noticed that most people can’t deal with abundance.
My works demand attention. I hope they offend through reckless devotion.
your own heart?
What happened, the kidnapping,
I don’t cook,
I was going to say ‘someone’
cooked my heart, this someone
didn’t boil it, he
cooked it in simmering range,
had he boiled my heart, I would have noticed the
kidnapping much earlier... I kidnapped my heart
by resenting my own questions. I kidnapped my heart
by resenting my mind.