"Somewhere between broken and repair I write, between lost and found to quick to drown and exhausted in the former's use of spirit. Spite, pushed with might, or maybe? I figure the best way to explain myself is to play with language, But I'm running out off wall....So somtimes I stall. watch the sunlight crawl. Appauled at what is visible, divisible from love and disgust. and celebrate median with to allow some self trust cause like I said, it effects more than me." -Teflon Don Da Da