July 13, 2017
The french without scarves are powerful souls…
I begin with the heaviest, absent of subtitles, yet they are not needed for the message is felt loud and proud in the femurs of all who could…
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July 13, 2017
I begin with the heaviest, absent of subtitles, yet they are not needed for the message is felt loud and proud in the femurs of all who could…
July 6, 2017
Something is changing within me. I am becoming more eager to focus and grasp towards the happy souls, and the echoes of their presence>>> Any human who can…
July 2, 2017
As the minutes pass, pulling me ever closer to another stint of harrowing clarity, I dip my still traumatised snout into the russian fire water, add a sprinkle…
June 30, 2017
I have come to revere this Woman. I do not speak her language of words, yet my heart and spirit relate to everything she roars and rages.…
June 29, 2017
I am an easier man to know from afar… …for to know me daily, is to be faced with a crooked mirror roaring mangled mutterings which are always…
June 22, 2017
Much could likely be written favourably of the year 2017, to date, no doubt, for there must be folk who have found inspiration, unearthed roots in the soul…
June 17, 2017
I remember Charlie. He was stolen from a house of posh people, where my mother cleaned…She couldnt stand seeing him constantly attacked by the Collie. Which wasnt a…
June 16, 2017
15th June 2017. I Enter a different realm wherein I swiftly realise the banality, and fervour becomes me. The beast within demands LIFE, adventure…the fear of the mundane,…
June 14, 2017
Where am I to turn? When all I see is horrid. And false. Or lame…I see and hear so much humdrum bullshit, lips are moving with no heart…
June 8, 2017
I have faith in the wilderness, the only place I know where everything matters, and I seek any hint of the same in humanity, express myself to those…