Was I genetically pre-disposed to having a black heart? oil pumping, industrial byproducts forcing it’s way though course, scarred veins…only to sustain a life that died when it began to learn. Could I look into my fathers eyes; Down, beneath the skin, behind suburban post modern pacification? Does a cancer grow, is it the hate I’ve been bathing myself in? Repressed, swallowed and starved. through me, it lives. Through me, it suffers.
So my project has gone live on Kickstarter…please please, everyone help me out, pass this along to friends, colleagues, whoever you can think of. I have 30 days to reach my goal, which is only $5k, not much for production costs.