Youre not a woman youre a piranha with a cuttlery for dentured up smile

and Im not a man, Im an incomplete punchline to a joke I dont understand,

thats not your diary, its a cookbook and Im your favorite chapter when youre bored

and thats not a love letter, its a recipe for the same slop youve served before

this aint an insult, its the clearest truth Ive ever had the misery to speak but these arent words, these are the terms of my surrender and defeat

but Im not sorry, beyond the sorry nature of existing with no plans,

please dont touch me. just wave goodbye with that claw thats not a hand.

did I mention that I

hope it all works out like you want it to,

I hope it all works out like you want.

Slight bit of vent art, and I am drifting away from refinement and more towards surreal/abstract and feeling in my art, and getting a little closer towards making the visions in my head and art on the same level.

From 2011