The Inkwell is completely dried up. I need to be inspired.
I Wish I could tell you there is more to life than this vacant parking lot.
Occasionally a nice view emerges, an orgasm is reached, but everything always ends.
Destructively beautiful, expelling toxic radiation, consume at your own risk.
Everyone loves me from a distance, what is it I miss
Answer: Consume the Drug called Music and quit being such a bitch. Get off your ass and make things happen. Don't join the millions of those who do nothing and the billions who dream and talk about big things, but make nothing happen.
awaiting another visual dream, need a new muse, and enjoying new friendships