Brainshambles

I wear my heart on my sleeve, but my sleeve is not cotton. It’s not even a poly/blend.
My sleeve is a tattoo composed of permanent ink embedded in flesh.
By nature, I am a giver. But if you want a piece, you’ll have to draw blood.

I’m eager to share these T H O U G H T S,
should the proper audience choose to attend.
Troublesome though, it can be, searching for the right spectators.
Ideally, your audience searches for you.

Sometimes all you can do is find the place, find the people, stand in the middle and
S H I N E

Win some curiosity, pique the interest.

And, I guess…if all else fails,

Dance for yourself?