jaggy

last night , again, those dirty dirty convulsions.

my own private transformation. the fantastic and visceral beginning of an untold story. shards of memory fragments on a bloodshot canvas with spattered lost time, bloody shoes, and undeniable stains.

hahah. yeah, im god damned freakazoid. im preparing my mind for some hash my brother in law is getting for a late christmas present. he tells me its a philosphical experience. my sugar mama is out of town so i will be depreciating brain cells in celebration of our new 110th Congress by being in a womb-like state listening to sitars and Autechre clicks and twitches.

fyi: thats my fuckin eye. i have a macro lens for my camera and did bad things to the picture.