At 24 -Abstract
My fist slams into
Mirror spider web cracks
Full with blood
Perfect self loathing
Abstract
Ongoing sporadic journal of the overeducated, and underemployed. The title derived from Coupland’s description of cubicle land; the corporate ghetto. Random photos and thoughts. Left the ghetto, never happier. This still a work in progress
Champagne blonde-17.02.26
Dancing next to the bar
Swimming to the beat lost in the sound
Hard to miss
Like a Vintage champagne
to savour
o enjoy
taste
let it loiter in me mind
To enjoy effervescent laugh
Drinking her in
Flashing green eyes
A kiss
Suddenly
Transformed
AI
Bob Dylan
Edie Sedgewick
Letting champagne
Take us
Blonde champagne
The edge -27.02.26
On the edge of darkness
On the edge of space
On the edge ecstasy
on the edge nirvana
on the edge of joy
on the edge of Enlightment
On the edge of love
The Edge: A thin, sharpened side, as of a blade or cutting instrument. 2) guitar player for U2 3) Only those who have gone over it know where it is.
The edge where we live, because if you’re not, you’re taking up too much space
The edge
Price-31.01.26
You want to be with me
There’s a price you’ll. Pay
You make her go away
Fuck her purge her
I don’t need to know
just don’t want to smell her on you
feel her when you’re with me/in me
Whatever just make her gone
And I am your fantasy made sensuous fiery
blood and s silky toned flesh
A night with me
And you’ll forget her name
I will stain your soul
Like a tattoo
I’ll break every taboo
You’ll write
Of me Buk
That’s the price
All sales final
I kno2wmy worth
Lover man can you make my
Price: The cost at which something is obtained 2) awesome", "cool", "hardcore", "classic 3) the cost of beauty
price
Word fix-02.02.26
Angel fell
picked her up
nursed her tattered wings
only a demon can heal Angel
The process is the reward
Angel flying away
every time even more
more beautiful as they leave strong
redemption in passion
cleansed in dirty sheets
Angels’ embrace cured my affliction
leaving the symptoms(curated several continents )
I hope she left me words
fix to fill the empty
find her words
word virus
takes a life time to perfect
Shadowork-14.01.26
I was hitchhiking
She stopped
I looked into her eyes she was warrior archetype type
Conversation I realized, I knew her
felt like there was something
Familiar
She was warrior arch type.
I realized she is more
We- rebel archetype
The more I talked
I realized
She was doing shadow work let me out at further
I’ll see her again
She’s doing
Shadow work
Shadow Work: is the process of exploring and integrating the unconscious parts of ourselves repressed, denied (2 intelligence work black op’s
Unfinished Underground symphony-23.01.26
blood in spike, blood roses.
Sussing must be alive.
She knows.
Subterranean migratory demon.
So different.
Simpatico.
Muse fuels the world.
She's perfecting I her sobriety
I am perfecting my disease
She has we word virus
too
She can hide it
I can't
Leper
Word virus afflicted
Don’t cure
Need the symptoms
stolen words and prophecies of love-26.1.26
keep asking her
what do you wish for”?
II know the answer
I don’t think she does or maybe I’m not listening to her.
The answer is redemption,
redemption is subconscious (at best).
“What do you fear”?
she is afraid
she is so far gone.
she fears pain in a very general way.
She can still experience grief and pain
she pushes people away
looking for love thashe intuitively
knows
pain of grief is the price of love.
Love that is not given without condition
or price is not. Feat Kelly Moynihan (unwitting collaboration)
You can also credit me as having said plagiarism is sacrilege. Me- all art is stolen images, thoughts and words
muse d'un soir
Dinner went well, now Mono is with me at my studio flat. To share a nice Beaujolais. “Another glass?” I offer
Mono said,” I'm good.”
Switch the stereo to CD to avoid having to turn over and change records. I put in 3 lower Volume.
I hear Mono and she said, “We need to postpone 3 to 5 days.”
Mono continues. Usually like a Swiss watch, but not today.”
‘Look in the cupboard on the right side.”
“Dude, there’s tampons, feminine wipes. You're single. Not normal for a single man”
“” How many “friends “do you have?”
Gentlemen never speak of such things, let’s just be here now.”
Mono, sorry, that was the cycle talking.”
Lover, nothing to worry about, just relax and be here, no expectations on my part, enjoy your company.”
Mono teases, “and you enjoy other things?”
“You have to ask?”
“Should, I leave the kitchen is closed?”
“Stay, and it’s always closed until you decide. I don’t see a problem unless you do.”
She answers with quizzical smile.
“We were to have a sleepover, braid each other’s hair, and pillow fights. If you’re good, I am good,” I said.
“Do you have a wife-beater I can sleep in? And a spare toothbrush, we had curry,” Mono asks.
“Yes, but you’ll be overdressed.” I answer.
“In that case I think I’ll stay” Mono says
“I was hoping you might “
“I’ll be your muse tonight,” Mono says, kicking off heels.
resuscitating Eros-27.1.26
Mystics of Love
cannot survive without
love returned.
Are we different? She asks
We can try to resuscitate Eros
Blazing Alien Mint
Bringing heat to a frigid night
Pink spider venom
Surging on me veins
Going to
Junk Centre in head /soul
Disconnecting screens splattering murderous nazis
Telling us to ignore
Eyes and ears but instead
Believe the lies
Right in front of us
We go underground
under warm covers
into arms long legs
Redemption through passion
Bringing back Eros
value-22.09.20
no
mirror
just close your eyes
feel your
POWER
feel your
BEAUTY
feel your
SOUL
from depth of underground
where poppies are the only light
art the only love
I see you shining
you could never stay
here
it’s dark
the judgements
like my shots
final
you’re too good
for us
for one
day
for one
night
I would
give
all I have
the
theatre of pain
smiling like a field of mannequins
in reality chambering round
in defence from reality
I know what
you don’t
Value: he importance, worth, or usefulness of something or someone
Your value
Memories and scars-8 12.35
Sipping my methadone
Under a brutally bright sun
Back against a wall
Habits reflexes die hard
You people
Never been in a fire fight
Flashes in the night
Smell of gunpowder hanging heavy in the night air
Taste of blood bullets find
Me again and again
Memories included with scar’s ( pay only shipping)
Ongoing sporadic journal of the overeducated, and underemployed. The title derived from Coupland’s description of cubicle land; the corporate ghetto. Random photos and thoughts. Left the ghetto, never happier. This still a work in progress