

To Her, and AlikeCrazy-talk is about to ensue, spilling forth and washing over you. Perhaps I should keep my mouth shut and let it mumble-jumble in my head, but I think I'm gonna explode if I don't climb up on my soapbox right now.To Her, and Alike
Your over-analysing, panicing pandemonium is as infectious as your kiss, as challenging as your eventual conquest, but don't take these words lightly. I come to speak of all that silently passes between us.
Communication is not all talks and screams, moans and dreams. Silence can be golden and pictures can speak a thousand words, so look ahead and watch me paint a masterpiece for you to decode.  


The End Of The WorldThe creation of the world happens like this: I am an eye, and I roll down the street. I see everything as I spin pupil over optic nerve, round and round. I am a sensitive eye, but I don't ever blink. I pass fine Italian foods, not-so-fine Italian foods and a small-town art gallery in Koblenz, Germany. I roll into the tiny, minimally decorated room and take care to roll flatly over the clean wooden floors.The End Of The World
Hello? Can I help you? the curator would say to me, surprised to see anyone in an art gallery at two pm on a Wednesday.
I just came in to check out those photographs over there. I would say a


Thoughts On SnowI hate snow. It makes everything around it look dirty, making the whitest house look neglected and alone, slanting slightly on one side, leaning toward an earth that pulls it mercilessly. If the snow wasn't everywhere, you wouldn't even notice the house leaning; now, against a surreal beauty no one can match, all imperfections show up, like a grimy smudge of grease against ivory skin. When snow falls, it hurts as it whips against your bare skin, tiny pinpricks of pain that are only noticable for a second, because once the worst of the pain hits you, your nerves go and focus on another little point until your skin can't feel anythiThoughts On Snow
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If it's not deceased, I'm not interested.
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The things we do just to keep ourselves alive.
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