Beauty is Life

Beauty slaps it's beating heart in my face. Every day. Every day. It's blood splatters all over me and it falls into my hands. I choose to put it on a pedestal  For worship. Because what is life without its beauty? It's dreary and not worth it. What is beauty without life? I don't think it exists. How do we even distinguish them?

Big Jobs

The big jobs for the guys with big gobs. Up there in their ivory towers with glass ceilings. They glare up at the gods, envious. Green with envy and greed. Walking around with the tips of their flaccid penises hanging out of their flies. Ready to fuck the world. And there are flies everywhere! indicating … Continue reading Big Jobs

Let’s go.

Our evolution, Built upon our souls or our souls built upon it. What came first? In a blip of time we make waves from caves so important, is it? It’s easy to discredit Brought it all for a moment with you, and our connection. More for this.