Even when I use pencil
I'd rather douse atrocities in graphite hell
Than succumb to the white-pink corrector god.
To reveal myself my weakness
Is nature's impression on the mattress
Of my unconscious mind.
Aug 12, 2014
Aug 12, 2014 at 8:01 PM UTC
Even when I use pencil
I'd rather douse atrocities in graphite hell
Than succumb to the white-pink corrector god.
To reveal myself my weakness
Is nature's impression on the mattress
Of my unconscious mind.
