Crowd. oil on canvas. 28 x 42 inches. Spring 2011.

Voices in my head. Too much going on. My mind is fucking full. Fuck me. Turn the brain off. Go away. Leave me alone. I need silence for one moment. Spinning around. The world is turning. Sky is burning. Skin eroding. Government selling lies. Kisses that bleed. Love is not a weapon. Contemplating divorce. Burn the house down. Useless shit in my mind. Red Heart. Complicated heart. I need to fuck myself so I can sleep. These thoughts are too personal. This is too private. But I am a fucker that fucks. My sex is love. This is another useless painting and I will hate to hang in my gallery. If you want flowers and pretty things. Google yourself.