Ink-spots, Bran-Blots

Crack open my Paper Mache head and pull out the mess within

Joke

Yes. I am one.

.:Waster:.

How can i keep anything to myself?


Time to share.



Time to take it easy... to stop the twists of discomfort in my belly by quietening them with hunger.


Time to change.


Time to dissolve.

.Sun.

Blinded to the ochre bliss...

the bright...
the wonder...

...eyes streaming
...hands screaming in the cold

face to the setting sun.

Chasing the setting sun.

Broken to the Bones

I should be at home. Or out.