this poem is about the endless nights i'd spend drawing and drawing, exhausted from work, never sleeping through fear of never getting anywhere and ultimately driving myself mental. time slips out from under me more and more every day, but i'm coming to terms with it, these days..
i remember my best friend at school's dad was covered top to bottom in tattoos. brutal shit, i was scared, even his ear lobes were tattooed. anyway, in amoungst all the dragons, skulls, blood and what-not, he had two little mice wearing bow ties, one on each arm saying "hey you" and "who me" to each other. absolutely amazing xo