hello world

more to say soon enough

(but for now, a poem to self...)

"TO MY YOUNGER SELF,

I HOPE YOU LIKE THE smell of cigerette stained fingers and bar stained dreams, because the future is bent FROM chesire hearts, warm with raw skin, blunted by the course of civility. this is your life, my dear cutter.

and you won't lose your VULGARITY until it's comically painful....goodtimes"