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
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