to myself, I say fuck you for making me do this.
to myself, I wonder if I am worthy of it.
An ever-present need, it is not a gift to anyone – but some see it as such. If it works…
words. they’re coming again, like this. The DELUGE, opened again, as I’ve hidden myself in Big Top magazine =- and this, this is the same, this is different – so different.
This is subcutaneous – far beyond Big Top, far beyond its flesh which I have shrouded myself in.