| photophobe_knows_his_face_now | ||
| Photophobe |
I'd recognise me, and would be indifferent. Any faith has died. It always does. I've only got myself to go on now. Art is not a kind god. But I worship away anyway, regardless. I don't have a choice. But I'll do it in secret now. Rock to pop Painting to design. Glint to rationalisation. STAR to SHIT. Desperation is to heavy a burden. I need a break from it - I can't hold it all by myself. So I see my name, but its not emblazoned across my eyes. Its scrawled on a srap of paper, as a side note. |
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