....the walls are like my skin and burning dripping ancient blood it's like I'm a ghost of some other pissed of dude from the crap side of history!

how can I move?....what audacity sheer shameful dis-regard for the gaps I drown in!

bubbling sh.it of never-ending dis-belief!

can I cut through the damage sliced up meaningless and carve out my life?

...say nothing make not a face ?

whats keeping me alive?

it's just miracle after miracle and on they go...

some gorgeous little life angel is doing all the hard work....



cos I gave up way back

maybe it's my own "baby" heart coming back to help me

...cos babies are so pure