circumsession

There were moments I did not want to remember...

Not for one moment

did I doubt the existence of existence. It just isn't true.

my painting was murdered

Victor Genova strangled my new painting. With his bare hands. That I had painted.

But I don't know how

I've got to save this piece.

been a while

whats a while... i mean while.

Joan of arc

cannot be imagined.

I've got blisters on my eyes!

My mind is a diving board. I stand at the end. And dive.