This umbilicus between contemplation and action is so havoced by grey that the stage we play on should never torture boredom but i find myself living mere moments that if they were all jig sawed together would maybe equal one day in a year of damp I slither from non-care to care-most and somehow, unconsciously, persuade friendships from this maze that are more somnambulism than the conquering of loneliness and the fetid that accompanies it I give to them a part of me that they like more than not but … Continue reading →
In retrospect, it all seems so silly, when looking at the bigger picture. I want to tell me about emotional evolution, the strength of spirit over adversity, and the enormity of necessity versus the inconsequential dream. Instead, i preach about the midget of reality and imagination alive as choice. I invite horrors to my dream and wake so that they may provide comfort and respite from routine. In between, i break my mind. Build it with the old bricks of Ambition, the hope of Love and the dream of Knowing. … Continue reading →
Iâ€™m the elegance in venereal and the insolence in lovers Iâ€™m the incest in ultimate, worshiped by killers Donâ€™t call me the spit of indifference for iâ€™m passionate with rage Iâ€™m going to see the whole world fallen into steps to my grave Iâ€™ll be eager in descent, iâ€™ll laugh at the night, cutting myself again and again as a dead testament to the living game.