bio:

      I am a 22 year old art student from Chicago majoring in painting. I'm also interested in music and writing. Last year I was diagnosed with schizophrenia. Some of my influences are Lawrence Ferlinghetti, William S. Burroughs, Egon Schiele, Sonic Youth and Scratch Acid.

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Plant legs and arms
             the arms that soak in Life
       choke the light until the eyes grow tight
                       and the mind becomes hazy
     when that mind projects the Whole Being
            without disgust, the cell divides
                      and unplugs the entire thought
                  Desire and React
                give the fibers a chance at motion

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Not in soul In Mine
     if you were by my side
    by my current holding hand too tight
       now watch her painted frozen face
       be taken to a secret place
touch them
hold them
lose them
            is this contest a challenge
          to question SELF control
                   With the acceptance of humanity
                           I lost their remarks
              and began to feed the sharks that told

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I remember when she said   I think I'm loaded. I think I'm loaded.
      and it was the she moaned this it was the way that it
    was sent to me fever and sweat dancing maybe it is Your
        running
     a pity on the idea that I have no idea what I am doing
   there, there instead of releasing the sweaters Pile on more
     labels and sets now now moan and take the sweater off
     there are so many corners and a voice will never answer even if
   the voice is offered will it ever be given and this could be a
          Switch
      the paint is given when it is said lay the medium on quick
             and never look back forget the tongue and tape
     certain ills the only wish I wish
          Is without perfume the perfume on the
inside of your elbow a fallen leg could be a strategic maneuver
   but it wouldn't belong to me

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