Going to keep this entry empty for a while until I think about something interesting to write here.
"... I spent too much time correcting line and shade, hiding wrinkles, blurring scars.
I've tried to make self portraits before, through my eyes just see myself.
Now I know - I'm not in denial -
That I needed someone else to see me."
- O2 Panic Room, Riverside
Devious Comments
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"That's how it starts. Murder doesn't seem like a big deal, but then you end up lying, voting in elections... even selling your own books."
--Corso, in The Club Dumas by Arturo Perez-Reverte
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Crimson flames inside me burning
Secret voices scream in pain.
Little spiders softly crawling
In my thought forsaken brain.
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