12x12 lives to live.. the dimensions of disaster keep this
ark afloat with letters posted at the price of pride.. and
the fail us, yet flow with the missed chance of one last
taste of affection. you have nothing on these miserable
jokes of intimate pasts and the rose coloured lense of
truth.. and all the unconscious unfolded unspoken -
remember - there's something to be said for the ones you
think of last when there's nothing left to salvage from
your fucking past. i've stopped drawing that scene and
started speaking in tongues. a new state of mind is long
overdue, it's time i inhaled with a new set of lungs.