I need some sort of modus operandi. I need someone to rescue me, to set me free. To take me places I ought to be.
Saturday, June 20, 2009
Are we to paint what's on the face, what's inside the face, or what's behind it?
Thursday, June 11, 2009
"What begins as an unguarded train of thoughts, slowly can become an addiction to the slumber of disconnection, and the resonance of memory that no longer has a shape, but keeps you numb through the hours till gone is another day"
