scrawls
still cheaper than therapy*


18.12.09
i could always post lyrics, post more recipes. Would that be vague enough for my own conscience, to keep this one slate still clean, if i don't say what i want to say but only one at a time, and one and one and one, until until i don't bleed any more when i open my mouth.

i should paint. i could buy a thousand canvases and only black paint, and give them away like candy, black squares, black rectangles. It's what i'm already doing, anyway. Or i could leave them white: the color of naivete, the color of death, somewhere. Call it art. It's a cynical day.

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