blending.

estoy en un cuarto lleno de ratas. ratas enormes con colas gruesas y dientes largos. y sus unas de acero. they are clawing at the floar boards in crazed panic as if wanting to hide from something or wanting to find something.

asi se siente mi mente...as if big fat ass rats were clawing on the insides of it. squeeling and screeching...almost making ears bleed. and in attempt to stop this i only cower in a silence. drifting off into my old world were comfort is situated. were nothing can bother or disturb the ignorance my mind has for the rest of the world.




GEORGE MORTON-CLARK

second chances.

i will live a life full


of color.


like i see it. like it feels.


vibrant ..

 behind it


alway...black and white.

-SHADOW CHEN