Testo Intransit

I can't connect to this sacred object, the bar was open but to me the bar was closing. I like to suffer in a silent way, I can't get through the days without a glaze across my face.



you're so smart and witty and funny and pretty and skinny. but tonight I don't feel right,

I can't wait until I'm back in the city.


a lonely rage. the hunger is the meanest cage.



I felt like we were at a loss; this is the cost of art. the way you hate me with your grin. and now I'm almost over it. soon you'll set me free and raise a flag half mast.



I'm so stupid and speechless and burned out,

sedated and faceless. and sometimes it feels like I don't even exist in this place.


I'm momentum, in transit, alive in the rhythms of movement. it's when I stop and start thinking: that I realize all the people I'm missing.