Betwixt the drug of you and the and the pain of art, I lived torn. I crave that passion of connection and the solitude of my soul cuts me in as a pawn and tugs and yanks me far deep into creation. It is me, it was me… I stop walking and then I run… … More seek
The warmth heat encompasses my soul as the salty and sweet marriage of grease, starch and malty dairy collide with my teeth and my brain excites with desire… those fries, that shake… fuck yes! How hard is it? To be noticed, but in what context? We once upon a time lived a dream of pitter … More phases, the realities
Night graciously escorts incandescence out of sight, as the city’s mood sparkles and fades in waves of shifting life. Energies of life and form grow in a transformation of an uncertainty and thrill. Dampness evaporates from the soiled platform of earth as a drying westerly breath of air brings a shiver of comfort, it’s time … More golden glow of grease
