explained how painting a picture of a tree is creation in practice.
painting is masturbation. i'm in your blood, you in mine. You sat beneath your
tiny paintings, 20 dollars each, lookin at me and than lookin away. drinkin a beer sayin "i usually dont drink i like takin pills instead." your mouth tastin like silver, skin bland like detroit skylines. your nails painted green thumbing the pulse in your throat. i left with my friends, they had to walk me to the hospital.