WILD DOGS

A beautiful sunrise doesn’t bring any comfort when you’re being chased by a pack of wild dogs Do you remember the old bombed out house we found after the war machine ran through the city? The beds were still made and the tea was still warm You found that grand piano, practically untouched save for …

THE FALLEN

Balance is for the weak The truth is contextual It’s time to put down the guns and the meat cleavers It’s time for dancing the diseases away Burn some books and born a new sexual revolution One that actually happens The ravens are circling and death is exhausting his allowed number of coffee refills in …

DRAGON’S DINNER

It was one of those hang-overs where you think you’re head’s feeling like a pig shat in it and the humidity was so thick and hot you feel like a dog whose trying to bite his ass off because he’d eaten to many hot peppers. One of those mornings where it feels like you should …

A WALL OF PHONES AND DRAGON’S WITH NO CHANGE

You can’t find a payphone anywhere in this fucking city. That’s the distinct recognition that comes with the movement of technology, things just fucking vanish and reappear as the next best thing but it isn’t because the next best thing is just around the corner. Some of us can’t even release our dragons anymore, they …

VISUAL INTERIOR

What does it look like, inside, when you’re losing your shit ? Is it all pipes, buttons and decomposition, like a spinning top scraping the inside walls of your skull. Electricity shooting through a mushy organ stopping and starting, whimsically misdirecting and blasting through microscopic highways. We can only see what we believe as truth, …