The studio sessions of eastern europe. Explosions from the inside. Visual seances with lead and asbestos. Estonia doesn't believe in the buff, just the crumble. Sometimes the spray actually vaporizes the wall. Now that's vandalism. Making homes not houses. Finding place in the 'tweens. Memories shape the content and forgetfulness makes me think it's original. Tip-toe on history with my back up to the wall. Continually backwards to see the freshly made past while oblivious to the future. Decided to forget all the rules I remembered. Turned a straight line into a question mark and didn't care about the drips. Made grammatical errors while skipping into a foreign language. Dancing on graves while scribing epithets. A brand new offering already catching dust.