from rags to riches, you get too big for your britches - paintings get into my eyes like onions. hopefully yours too - logic and lies, tired without ties - the year closes one eye and opens onto a moonlit field of hospital hostels leaking through the trenches, parkside benches, and disposable wrenches - love living hate living forever - quivering arrows drawn on the backside of blackeyes. pea pods pecking on deck with carcrash wrecksite - be ready steady live in heaven in 2011 - everything looks better from above - small feelings are gigantic
