Fucking and Drinking Through the Madness

For some reason writing wasn’t easier when you were drunk, but living was and I wasn’t writing enough so I could drink and forget the trivial realities of most people like wanting someone to be there for us, more cash and pussy to release our anger at the world in, I only watched cars passing by…

Feeling is a Form of Thinking

We knew we were alive by our pulse and heart beats ambitions and embarrassments, pain. We lived to feel and laugh but was this all life was about really? What about all those numb moments in our basement flats, bored and waiting for tomorrow? Were we dead then? And if we were dead, how much…

Life Loves The Liver of It

There are some who can live without wild things and some who cannot. — Her submission had so much power to it, it made me go back to her every time I decided to prove the level of my own power she has changed and me too and it’s all gone higher it has escalated…

The Only People Are The Ones Mad to Live

Go-go journeys up and down the planet, plenty of patterned agonies starving nights missed laughter and some dancing here and there and at the end bam! Everything was fine. What was the use of all that loneliness and torturing and annoyance and gratitude, it all brought us to hell and out, but only out because…

Everything Ends and Everything Matters

Be here, forget any purpose, life is the purpose, all goals are useless, only this moment exists but did it really work like that? Did we ever really exist only in the now? Even right there at the same very second my mind was heavily drifting away with memories of that couch I didn’t remember the colour…

New Year, Endurances Longer Than the Sky

Charmingly aware of her little craziness she stood at the door refusing to leave. And since now you could arrange threesomes and all sorts of filthy stuff online why not fuck someone else’s wife or get Lea get fucked by someone else and I’d watch her and force her onto him until her cheeks got flushed…