Seconds shiver as liquor lingers TV parades wrestling clowns Hi-fi scapegoats a suicide singer whilst i drool the death of rhyme Meat surrenders, screaming somewhere Hearts conflict, reject, EJECT! Thought toddlers take a toke whilst wisdom laughs at age…
25.09.2009 – 1630: 21 guns aren’t saluting my imminent farewell to my beloved Durban (loved not for it’s blackened heart but for it’s familiarity). Instead, too loud R & B sings about nothing. I should hate it. Afterall, an anthem like ‘Highway to Hell’ or the ‘Road to Nowhere’ would better suit the moment and my cynical self. Yet words about “nothing” may be entirely appropriate for my lack of possessions, the life i’ve discarded and the final destination i’m unaware of. Let the adventure or misadventure begin…but does “nothing’ have … Continue reading →