oh dear.

i think i'm in love.

Vinchen is a street artist with a message. His work is both ironic and truthful. I quite like him, and so should you.

I am quite cursed. That aside, this is called 'The Body.' Suggestions for new title welcomed.

i'm ruptured whole and am considered
inadequate
as my
amygdala slides through the trachea drops to my ventricles falls through the aorta plunges to my diaphragm hits the esophagus crashes to my phalanges there is no hope
may i hold something over your cranium?
may i remind you of your neuron imbalance?
and yet you sit
and watch as
my septem separates from the left atrium from the right ventricle from the bicuspid from the tricuspid from the pulmonary semilunar valve

i love you (stupid cerebral cortex)
i love you (imprudent Broca’s area)
i love you (damned frontal lobe)
i love your unfunctional mind and functional body and

fuck

this is all a metaphor for unrequited love.