Sexy back.

September 14, 2006

“I hide behind these books I read while scribbling my poetry. Like art could save a wretch like me with some ideal ideology that no one could hope to achieve and I am never real, it’s just a sketch of me and everything I’ve made is trite and cheap and a waste of paint, of tape, of time.”

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