The last line at a time poem was kinda cool, but rather than dredge that one up again, I thought I'd start a new one. Add a new line as and when you feel like it, there's a really cool quote somewhere about how most people have only got about 10 good lines of poetry in them, but I forget who it was by or how it goes. Anyway, here's my needlessly obstuse contribution to history: The apartment smarts from sketching itself on your wrists
Blood and mud smear the walls in abstract crayola patterns (I nicked from Cpn Beefheart, bad bad bad me)
