This blog has given birth to itself, out of nothing it demands to exist. There are words, sounds, phrases, affirmations, etc.. that long to be of use. Who am I to stop their evolution? After all fables have lived far longer than I have.
Be warned that my expression will not arrange itself into a Picasso, for that would be too civilized. Instead, they are spray painted onto the grittiest of locations; box cars, and abandoned buildings. But it's speaks to those places, the deepest most vile areas of our humanity. Forcing us to comfort ourselves in the harshest of light.
Be warned that my expression will not arrange itself into a Picasso, for that would be too civilized. Instead, they are spray painted onto the grittiest of locations; box cars, and abandoned buildings. But it's speaks to those places, the deepest most vile areas of our humanity. Forcing us to comfort ourselves in the harshest of light.
