Seba sat grinning as an ape upon a couch covered with loose feathers. A foaming Miller High-Life rested in his right hand. He would raise it to his mouth and slowly sip those salty waters of odd memories, shallow thoughts and ideas. He was silent, feeling alone in a room full of people and automatically wondering about scattered whys…

Oh, ( Read more... )

Waters run loose with the grain, over an erect silhouette. Specks of dirt are captured, wasted down the drain. Wet, Adonis stands still, welcoming the cleansing. Spent muscles glisten, minute breaths are smooth and sound as purrs. Rosy lips in a smile, the youth softly caresses his body, self sufficient in the ecstasy of benediction ( Read more... )

tracy mourning shines golden ( Read more... )

I’m fine. I’m really fine ( Read more... )

1)Contradictions tend to slip through the cracks of understanding ( Read more... )

Just calm down,

Sit still and shut up

Stop considering, criticizing, weighing, reasoning

And everything will fit

When one gets over seeing himself a boat and becomes the sea

one can’t help but be overwhelmed by the myriads of voices

that he,

that she just happens to be.

An intellectual should  befriend his animal, retarded I,

already inside

A male ( Read more... )

Sitting atop a mountain, hand on his chin, he was brightly lit by a myriad of etherial flashes leaving traces through his vision. He smiled and raised his veiny arms into the night above. Slowly he heaved and wisps of cold air escaped his mouth. Pupils wide his eyes were open dry, rarely winking. And so he sat ( Read more... )

In the age of speed ( Read more... )

They just DO

I'll just get one here
And follow through
With whatever I've considered.

What was the purpose of this little thought exchange?
As someone said, the critique of the supposed superiors might limit me and slow me down in getting on to "higher places"
as may other forms of conscious elitism (?).
All that fucked up shit.

Now I'm thinking of how ( Read more... )

Retired into an odd place
The trees are making forms
Bowing to us, my friend

Greased trashcan tumbled on the ground
Where we once drank
Raindrops wet my face, letting me forget
Whatever passions slipped away that weekend

Psychedelics take us south, where the weather fits
Strange lights, colors I’m usually unaware of
Everything as one
And in my eyes, and I, ( Read more... )