coiled.

the doll 1.

can you tell what's on this person's mind?
can you see through his eyes?
can you feel the sincerity of
his substance?
he doesn't lie..

meet Ruzie

her name is Ruzie. my persian friend. she's just a few months old.

the ganja

the whole place smells good. mmm..

Albert Camus

"people do not become convinced of your reasons, of your sincerity, or of the seriousness of your pain until you are dead"

eating

in their room, i'm not older
in their eyes, i'm not worth it.

discontent

im pulling myself gradually - within the periphery of my moral conduct.
it is everything incomparable to a seizure - it is a frictional development of chaotic realizations that exercise the discrimination of righteous categories. wtfmrfkr.

decency

skip breakfast for a sore satisfaction.

child's prayer

im eating my feet and i'm feeling i was from another womb or something much narrow than garage stripped suffering.
undressing - i said "i wont treat you mean"

not until you place your bet on my kill.
a fame for two girls - the other one is vague, belching.
stoned and confused.
i made my word. i want your virginal whim, please pull heaven apart my chest
and plan a murder for my deathwish and sexuality. it's there. can you see my question answer your totality in a single quotation? marked by the letter's C-U-N-T below the tag "jesus" and my mother is babylon without hair. so i fall prey, and pray to come outside.
this is one sweet summernight for fugitives.

the faculty of mind

an ablity to think thoroughly.
a capability to percieve.
a skill to allude.
a courage to speak.
rhythmic consistence.
logical creativity.
eloquence of words.
unthinkable thinkability.
optimism.
- over the clouds, beyond reality
and towards multiple languages and indiosyncrasies.
scale the paradigms of literary science
and hover above each previously mounted theories
into a sphere of endless methodology
we will always fail but never fall.

sweet dreams are made of these

they shall lick the dust like serpents
sooner than we could all imagine
they shall drown in unfortunate spheres of immorality
faster than the blink of an eye
death is beautiful - it is sweet
death is intelligent - it is magic upon birth

Rene Daumal

"it is still not enough for language to have clarity and content... it must also have a goal and an imperative. otherwise from language we descend to chatter, from chatter to babble and from babble to confusion.."

airwave delusion

i have my soul to lament with time
to waste breath with poison smoke
and rot in symbolic sighs
furnished by my calculus of desire
and preserving pride.