Not trying to shill anything.
The art merely perpetuates itself –
An itch,
That cannot be scratched.
Finding new ways to disappoint.
Should I pretend,
My work is hallowed?
Hoity toity as they come?
Fuck that.
The beast I was,
Explains the cryptid I am.
My work exists,
That’s all.
Not Trying To Shill Anything.
