Nov 2021
Can't take it anymore . . .
I lacerate my cursed skin,
That scarlet rivulets may flow. . .
Billy can I borrow your butterknife?
CUT ! Take two.
Let's try that scene again . . .
(Get some towels over here, Fritz.)
I lacerate my cursed skin,
That scarlet rivulets may flow. . .
Billy can I borrow your butterknife?
CUT ! Take two.
Let's try that scene again . . .
(Get some towels over here, Fritz.)
Stay sharp and keep your lyrical edge.
Poetry: it's in the blood.
Poetry: it's in the blood.
