Tuesday, May 18, 2010


... once again the carnivorous demon is beginning to surge; the kingdom is swelling; and like a profound fetus, the blood brothers have each another weaved and tangled in my vitals. i must retreat . time is no longer mine to dwindle. its quandary quite remarkable. ..... should i be in time... the road is neither glory and recognition. ... nor comfort... nor pleasant gargled garbage small talk bull shit- but to transcend as much ash as i am blessed, into tears of soul storming blackness, tears of ash twist in the breeze. .