works archive added9 10 2001

untitled 98 separated while i stay attatched to sunshine on a couldy day cold and dark and unsettling furniture too fake to call home that mirror holds an image too scared to hold too proud to cry too mad to stare too stubborn to move on so now it's never or pack up and go or wait for another fix to save whats left of dignity priceless remains fluorescent fixture the right people just my imagination i thought i told you i loved you but i guess that's gone too too bad.