To blame. Besides myself, the one who is a fail. The useless. The blank chat Too received right. Anything on too tighter'd and an ISO too old fashioned and vintage. The only place of reference is in the rubbish piece. Where everything and work and belongs. The insults find me there, the beatings embrace me there. My only piece of art, my only soul is the rust eraser in there with me in the darkness, in the wall