We must blend into the choir
sing as static with the whole.
We must memorize nine numbers and deny we have a soul.
And in this endless race for property and privilege to be won.
We must run, we must run, we must run.
I love to sing.
I want to be an author.
I feel naked without dried paint on my hands.
Cigarettes, coffee, arizona ice tea, mango's, owls, fish eye lenses, and olives are a few of my favorite things.