unless my heart doesn't race, most of the time it does. Especially with numbers I don't recognize. Sometimes, just sometimes, Ill answer when for some reason, I know it is ok. and it is always ok. But most of the time it isn't. So I do not answer. & that is indeed why I do not give out my phone number. & if you do manage to get it from me, it isn't my real one. creeps.
(written because of creepy tattooed felon who would not leave me alone)
"just fill thissketchbook," I'm halfway there, that is the furthest I have lasted. I usually panic at this point, hate all of it, hide it, promise to find it anther day, and start a new one, swearing it will be better, this one will be better. Well this one is this one, but I almost hate it. I can do it. The finished pieces will be worth it.
and you will receive. 666. artist loft. already completely black. with display windows. Always walking audiences daily off the streets. & having friends to play guitar with, as well as make art with.
I lay here, only empty in my mind, organizing my thoughts, organizing my plots. I lay here, I here there tapping, tapping of there toes, there dancing, sneak over peak under, and watch there show, watch the ghoul friends dance watch the ghoul friends dance watch the ghoul friends dance watch the ghoul friends dance watch the ghoul friends dance watch the ghoul friends dance watch the ghoul friends dance oh but only when your mind is a complete and total mess only then will you understand watch the ghoul friends dance watch the ghoul friends dance watch the ghoul friends dance
I am but a hopeless heartless poet living in a world that adds up to nothing, I find beauty in simplicity while I search for a flame to maybe keep me going
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