theslippedink

I write a lot about desire. Some strike me more than others. But now and then I write of my experience, of love loss lust loneliness and lies. The ones that were the most true? that hurt the most? “Second” was too real. And “Two Words” - that one tore itself out of my chest.

Born to the slipped life, i write i paint i deconstruct - all works posted here are of my own creation unless otherwise specified, feel free to indulge in my writings, hell share it with anyone you like, just give credit where credit's due.