Wednesday, January 21, 2009

Sunday, January 4, 2009

Thursday, December 11, 2008


yet it's another day of vacuum, I can't breath, I can't breath. It's squeezing your lungs so tight filling them with tar, hatred and agony, squeezing...always squeezing. And I choke and stumble taking you down on your knees with me, pleading this forsaken world for an once of air and white peace. 
I can feel you grip tighten and you fists burning white, drumming heavily on the ground. What madness you had in your eyes has faded, what passion you had is erased and you are left a hollow shell with no eyes, no voice and no life. Squeezed out of all your heavenly possessions and human are nothing but a shell, darling. And I see you are starting to realize that you are not your own master, you do not belong to yourself and whatever insignificant and pathetic dreams you have left inside you, like the seeds of a lemon made into lemonade, will never be yours to keep, to nourish...and in time see them bloom...because you and I don't matter and because we are nothing more than a pair of dancing puppets for somebody else's show. You are certainly not the master of your art.

Love you always xxx


Friday, November 7, 2008

Philter and Bunny in London

background image by echomrg

Friday, October 17, 2008

Tuesday, December 11, 2007

Saturday, December 1, 2007

Wednesday, November 7, 2007

Friday, October 12, 2007