Paint strokes, rubber stamps, bottles of glue, and the porn channel on full volume. Head spun and blurry digital clocks f*ck my motivation. I want to have things simple instead of always looking for clues that will fit conveniently into the small of my pocket. Noticing the only thing I do right is a mistake; just the ability to catch it and make it grow might turn this pile of dead trees into something righteous. It’s easy to fall back when you know the result, taking steps forward feels tied down, but must cut the ropes. Worry about the masses cuz they have to buy the sh*t, and I can’t tailor my own suit with these small mirrors. I wonder when I’ll step up to the box, eat the microphone, and let the world hear what my insides are really feeling.

Space Goddess by Tonito Santos. ©Tonito Santos

Spoken For by Tonito Santos. ©Tonito Santos