Disorder is adorable.

Indifferent Difference Cutting away these translucent ropes. Slit the wrists of the standard approach.

Here She Is Again She is what reality could be. I'm flirting with a girl made up in head. She's been here before, she's my subconscious lover who changes form. Sometimes she follows and doesn't desist to observe. She is perfect, and my ambition to learn. Not constant nor forever, this drifter is more like an abstraction of disease; a distortion of entropy.

We Is Me I'm an artist; a creator of my selves and all of their personalities. What they call well rounded is simply all of my wonderful characters dying for attention; an astounding example of massacre.

Love & Craze She gently folded herself into the envelope and kissed me through the ink. I think she may have placed too much of herself inside because I can feel her presence as I enter my room, And all at once she is everywhere, all around me; my subconscious lover who changes form.