let go.

pasado futuro, futuro pasado, solo tengo el present

el tiempo. el tiempo. que es el tiempo?

"I carry nothing but a burning candle. That feeds it self from my dead cells.

That feeds its self from buried anguish....."

An extract of one of my sound poetry projects, to hear the actual work go to:
my tumbler.

cravings. and the peanut butter monster.

now this is a good valentine: 

i'll hide if i want to

mixes.

Acne PreFall 2010, I want them pronto.

my heart .colder. than snow.

LET IT FLOW.

LET IT FLOW.

ONLY THEN MAY IT GROW.

ON YOUR OWN.

my world is burning.