It Can Be Kind Of

When You Start Liking Pain Things Start To Get Interesting.

The Epiphany For Me Was That I Wasnt A Writer, And I Had To Do Something With These Texts. I Put Them In The Streets As Posters.

The Desperate Things Seem To Require Attention, The Lovely Things Seem To Elicit Celebration. If I Had To Choose, I Would Go To The Awful In The Hope That Doing Something Could Yield A Happier Result.

Sloppy Thinking Gets Worse Over Time.

Spit All Over Someone With A Mouthful Of Milk If You Want To Find Out Something About Their Personality Fast.