it took a gigantic leep of faith which at the time i had very little and now have none at all. its all atom bombs and saturday mourning massacres. sand traps and trophy wives. at the end of the loop yer just stairing back at the helpless black dots. it's in the air and in the end we have broken pieces of the broken pieces of broken hearts. are we just stairing back into those triangular faces. rearangeing the places we never ment to be?
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jackrabbit_:
I'm still looking for my old one to send you. Can't tell me about all this great artwork and not share! And I did figure you were writing something about your art, but just in case you weren't 
scottargooi:
thanks