i am aware now that this is too awkward to be a dream.

who needs a painter with no hands?
who needs a blind photographer?
who needs a silent singer?
who needs a broken watch?
who needs a family of one?
who needs a heartless lover?
who needs a lock without a key?

who needs a special friend with special needs in search for the special k?


'why do i keep hitting myself with a hammer? because it feels so good when i stop.'