"Nestled in soundscapes caring to my imaginary soul
shapes lose form and grasp onto feverish eyes;
I want to escape this solitary cove
yet I feel so warm in this imaginary womb."
---Je suis trop léger. Enchaînez-moi avant que je flotte.
Put a big bird in a small cage and it'll sing you a song.
"There is an idea of a Patrick Bateman; some kind of abstraction. But there is no real me: only an entity, something illusory. And though I can hide my cold gaze, and you can shake my hand and feel flesh gripping yours and maybe you can even sense our lifestyles are probably comparable... I simply am not there."
A cage too big
A little different. Three small booklets/sketchbooks made up of all the excess paper and test prints from a school project that I could use. Bound with strings. 2010 is gonna be eco! (not)
2010 RESOLUTIONS:
- Uhm... post more shit.
- No last-minute school projects.
- Get fit. (sounds like 2009 all over! D:)
- Save money. (to splurge eventually?)
- Be a better human.
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