From Discoveries; my high school journal.
Entries from February of 2009.
February 12th: Even in good company I still feel alone.
February 13th:
I can't paint & I can't draw either.
But with my words,
I can paint a paper-back
that will give
even
Andy Warhol, a run for his $.
Three Months ago:
I took a look
in the honesty window's
reflection
and I began to loathe what I saw.
& I began to mend my mold
to make this work.
WIthout resorting to stripping or suicide,
That's when Bandit came out to play.
"Everything I say is said in blue ink and heard on lined paper. Chemical and herbal experimentation have changed me. Oh high, I'm Bandit. & It is nice to meet you."
May 22, 2012
May 22, 2012 at 1:07 PM UTC
From Discoveries; my high school journal.
Entries from February of 2009.
February 12th: Even in good company I still feel alone.
February 13th:
I can't paint & I can't draw either.
But with my words,
I can paint a paper-back
that will give
even
Andy Warhol, a run for his $.
Three Months ago:
I took a look
in the honesty window's
reflection
and I began to loathe what I saw.
& I began to mend my mold
to make this work.
WIthout resorting to stripping or suicide,
That's when Bandit came out to play.
"Everything I say is said in blue ink and heard on lined paper. Chemical and herbal experimentation have changed me. Oh high, I'm Bandit. & It is nice to meet you."
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