Over punctuating, under delivering.
Written on, Mostly
I etched the soundtrack to my life on my skin. My high school bedroom was neon green, painted with slapdash song lyrics and an accompanying "Like a Prayer" mural painted across the accordion closet doors. What resonated with me most when listening to music was always the lyrics. The jump to turning my love of lyricism into a full-blown cutaneous affair was natural for a wannabe musician with no musical talent that turned to poetry to get it all out.