I wish the sky would fall on me.

Of late, i am encumbered with tedium in frightful quantities and I find myself once again in a lull, inescapably bosoming and destructively beguiling.
Both my art and my craft are driven to calvary.

But surely does not forget, sleep cannot be photographed.
Disdains the trivial labeling of punctual brains,

a living dance upon dead minds.

~ by cryhavok on August 11, 2009.