Of Vice and Men

I wrote this a long time ago, some of it I still believe, some of it I do not. A result from the normative evolution of an individual I suppose.   Technically my systems of thought lie somewhere between an existential empiricist and a surrealist libertine, but in the matter of antiquity, I’ll stick with […]

Sprite & Spirit (Rough Draft)

” Allow me to be frank at the commencement. You will not like me. The gentlemen will be envious and the ladies will be repelled. You will not like me now and you will like me a good deal less as we go on. Ladies, an announcement: I am up for it, all the time. […]

Shedding Skin

“Take me down 6 underground, the ground beneath your feet, laid out low, nothing to go, Nowhere a way to meet” Tether-less –  I’m still here. Mind running wild, what could be? Possibilities focused internally. Inside to out, differing realities. The dichotomous static me. I am still here, still sober, still stuck, wanting without release. Content […]


  I A place of felicity, fecundity, and fallacy. A place of masks, mirrors, misdirection, and memory. Mistakes were made – Definitely, defiantly, by me. I A whom, a who, a why, and a how, who cannot hide the profundity of his primacy. Who cannot seal, shade, or shallow, the paradigmnic panics of his pleasures. […]

Living Reincarnation

The oceans above favor the rivers below. Our lives are vaporous ether that increases in density, increases in combustibility as we transcend the nominal, as we walk through history. We are caught between the sacred and the profane, highly flammable. Some may consider me affected, a fool, like Moore’s Pocket, but slightly less ostentatious, only […]

vive la mort

 “disobedience, anarchy, bullets bombs and bigotry, torture, terror, bitches, boots, never say never, thank you, brute” – Kunst, KMFDM et tu, et tu, et tu, et tu, et tu, et tu, et tu, et tu, et tu, et tu, et tu, et tu, et tu, et tu, et tu, et tu, et tu BRUTE Blowing […]

Blank Page

There is a blank page, white, pristine, tabula rasa. Precocious, open, virginal, precious, it calls, yearning for me to fill it with something more than meaningful, more than profane, more than sacred. Heart bleeding, mind over-processing, soul slowly unzipping, it begs me not to waste a singular drop of ink, nothing lost on the surface, […]