"Use this spoon to gouge out your eyeballs."
"It will help you see better...
You won't need your glasses anymore."
"What happens if I remove my ear?"
"You become Van Gogh."
Sunday, December 13, 2009
Here's a poem inspired by some old notes I jotted down years ago for a project I had been working on... It didn't make sense then, and it really doesn't now either.