I live and breathe through creation. The space between me and death is merely occupied by the times I hold a pencil, a book, my drumsticks - by when I tune music into my headphones or see a thought-provoking painting; and it is eternally divine to me. I am determined to devote my life to art, for it has given me love, hospitality, nurturing, and a reason not to kill myself. I owe it my life.
I shall write, even if it’s mediocre. I shall draw, even if it’s mediocre. I shall make music, even if it’s mediocre. I shall love. My only goal is to open my heart to the world, to live without bounds, and die with the hope I did my best to be free.

Venture into the garden...

strawberry fields forever :)

SOY UN ANIMAL SENSIBLE
SOY UN ANIMAL SENSIBLE
SOY UN ANIMAL SENSIBLE
SOY UN ANIMAL SENSIBLE

The limbed and headed machine of pain and undignified suffering is firing up again. It wants to walk the desert. Hurting. Longing. Dancing to disco music.

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