1998 Spoken: 2001 Cranium exploding cataclysmic catastrophes, mark deception in air filled living spaces. Gather life ugly, when the crown of heaven has washed the the face Everything is a paradox, existing unwanted in this place called sanctuary. The meat had filled the stomach. Rich criminals lay in wait to trod the innocent for sick sardonic trophies. Mutated, emotional cries… Continue reading "18|9|20|21|1|12 — 13|1|7|14|21|19"
Month: November 2018
1998, Notes of some classical piece soar in the stale smoke filled air Vodka sits next to the pad and pen, as I slowly choke down another hit of the foul liquid Ridden with lice I itch my crawling scalp and stare at the paintings starring back at me “Is this where I am suppose to be?” I think, (as… Continue reading "6/15/15/12"