Tuesday, December 19, 2006

dont overthink i guess........


When you're going through the weirdest feelings and you don't know what the heck is going on inside you, it's pretty scary. Just dont direct your mind to where the pain resides, let its auto-pilot take control and for sure the mind knows its way out and around.

Sunday, December 10, 2006

hedonistica



to the day that we part
from the beginning, right back at the start
there will always be that love for bliss
and unacheivable unfathomed euphoria
to where only you can take me
and yet only you can break me
you are my savior, my killer, nothing less
need a fix, need to fill that emptiness
you creep around with your scaly self
seething, burning, making me cry
screaming, drowning, I just wanted to say goodbye
but never just once, you’re too precious to waste
never satisfied by your vile taste
so I fill my lungs, cringe, and trail off into space
until I’m on the mountaintop looking into forever and all
slipped, and down I fall
but together we’ll find the ground
you are my rail and always to my avail
but please don’t leave me now
I can make it work somehow

Tuesday, December 05, 2006

Us and the sky

We were somewhere around Barstow on the edge of the desert when the drugs began to take hold. I remember saying something like “I feel a bit lightheaded; maybe you should drive. . . .” And suddenly there was a terrible roar all around us and the sky was full of what looked like huge bats, all swooping and screeching and diving around the car, which was going about a hundred miles an hour with the top down to Las Vegas. And a voice was screaming: “Holy Jesus! What are these goddamn animals?” Then it was quiet again. My attorney had taken his shirt off and was pouring beer on his chest, to facilitate the tanning process.

-- Hunter S. Thompson, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas.

Monday, December 04, 2006

Sex life- Hex knife



Picture by Hajimi Sorayama, i like to call it " As the little girl floats with the powers that be"

Sunday, December 03, 2006

Head-Strong



for inspiration comes to me in spurt like visitations

they take me over, and i channel them when i can

i follow the trickle, thinking it might lead the way

but does it really?

Once


I'am a friend of the dancing one............ a master and child

nourishly loved and ever forgiven

for it is me who screams for laughter

and shuts the lid........... for fear of endless loss

and this once............ i'am again forgiven

The Warm End


There is nothing more for me

Need the end to set me free

Yesterday seems as though it never existed

The end greets me warm...... now I will just say good-bye