Cold (A Fuck-It)
Hiccup like neon or a rock ‘n roll sun, every view is a taint of a woman loved, never won.
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129 hours
129 hours. That’s how much i worked the past 7 days. I work better than most when tired ’cause it’s a fundamental part of my life. I don’t remember when last i wasn’t, it being a by product of asthma and and active brain. But this was because of sheer work. My brain wasn’t keeping my body together the past 2 mornings as i was unable to control the shakes for the first hour of the day. I even caught a taxi up my hill (twice) to try conserve strength … Continue reading →
Confessions of a Music Addict
Music’s an addiction. For all the screeches and scratches in the South African music scene, the struggles and fights for a rung that isn’t at the top, surely our attendance is the love of a drug. We witness our compatriots and enemies slip through the cracks of financial despair, some vanishing forever whilst others reemerge just to slip again ‘cause the rehab of reality never worked. Calling it an “industry†doesn’t make it one, doesn’t erase the dreamers and the dealers wanting to get high and sell highs, the stars … Continue reading →