Sunday, April 6, 2008

après stop-loss

Our bodies are full up with blood,
so much that our skins can barely contain it;
and when we explode,
Pollock himself would applaud the result.

1 comment:

Coweh said...

blood-splatter painting. the art of the future.

i hope this is not an indication of deep-down boiling morbid thoughts. if you ever need to talk, remember i'm here.

also, i just remembered the CD you gave me. i think i'll go listen to it.