
I shattered the identity I gave my soul to, with heavy black pencil strokes.

I shattered the identity I gave my soul to, with heavy black pencil strokes.

If I had a studio, I’d put sculptures like this at the entrance. Would I? I would. Fuck it.

If I had a studio, I’d put sculptures like this at the entrance. Would I? I would. Fuck it.

Let’s sit by the fire. Open the wine. Close our eyes, give ourselves to the ritual, drift away.

Let’s sit by the fire. Open the wine. Close our eyes, give ourselves to the ritual, drift away.

The dervishes in my heart, chasing the flavors they worship.

The dervishes in my heart, chasing the flavors they worship.
