In a broken universe a dose of adrenaline is art's voice to draw on -poetry's voice of reason; being a spoon full of belief is education's book to hold and engineering's space of theory.
In a broken universe being an erotic moment is a lonely soul's love of history - a maniac's placed geography. There can only be love -while shattered fragments of cracked glass are all that leaves a heart. ...
Lightning light me up, illuminate like fireflies Medusa magic cast my dreams in stone" Kahn Morbee
ANC fairytales, are not the same as the memory of The Roxy -that midnight you taught men to wear eye-liner just, one of many times you upped the game "we promised our parents, we were just having fun!"
in front of a piano, choosing ivory, smiling at it's name thinking of stardust galaxies and the road to china ...
Some things are underground for a reason Much mush pretty make up and half dressed mannequins have throughout history tried to turn the hardest of the underground movements into pretty-tinsel-laced e v e r y d a y environments It makes as much fucking sense as Michael Jackson being headmaster of kindergarten
put pen to paper strip the ego breathe intended words slipping emotions with devotion
writing is a personal moment time for self reflection to gift your voice of reason if you do it often enough the air in your lungs exhale "lines" while blood is pumping metaphors you'll find yourself personifying doors
the best often die by their own hand just to get away, and those left behind can never quite understand why anybody would ever want to get away from them" - Charles Bukowski (Cause And Effect)
I heard the twitter-tattle of your life choice the opinionated self-righteous calling "coward" to the wind -smiled at the irony of one to damn fearful to admit they've continued the same process of degrading towards the after-life, dammit!