untitledmemories are nothing more than pieces of the past residing in our deepest crevasse. Fleeting moments, like so many matches ignite in a blaze of glory. Flesh and fire become one; pain and the flame is smothered. reduced to ash upon the sidewalk. a broom is sweeping. Trying to sweep up the broken reminisces of invisible dust. Brittle spiders glide across and are destroyed.
Jan 22 2007Now Thoughts.... jan 22, 2007Life...is a tragedy...Death... is the tragedy of life...So what lies between life and death?A tragic insert... a speck of a spark, somewhere in a rotting piece of wrinkled meat. A cut...blood...lust, desire, pain, pleasure, emptiness, sadness, all sicken to a smile.What to do... what to do..... in this vast emptiness of the in-between.