Burn Baby, Burn.

What happened to us accepting reality so readily, little girls gone from watching fairytales to watching their man fuck another woman and that’s all we got moments to stir our senses and shake our blood stream with and we’d so gladly take them, cling to whatever made us feel alive even if that meant ending…

Dreams From Ladbroke Grove

Sharing powders and toilets with strangers putting up with all-nighters and long Uber rides even when we were too exhausted from our juice-less lives and everyday miseries just to find some mild touching or brief fucking if we make it to the morning, we kept going we had to get there you see, what was…

Fucking and Drinking Through the Madness

“I learned through my body and soul that it was necessary to sin, that I needed lust, that I had to strive for property and experience nausea and the depths of despair in order to learn not to resist them, in order to learn to love the world, and no longer compare it with some…

Feeling is a Form of Thinking

“Existence is not something which lets itself be thought of from a distance: it must invade you suddenly, master you, weight heavily on your heart like a great motionless beast — or else there is nothing more at all.” Jean-Paul Sartre We knew we were alive by our pulse and heart beats ambitions and embarrassments, pain. We…

Life Loves The Liver of It

“A wild longing for strong emotions and sensations seethes in me, a rage against this toneless, flat, normal and sterile life. For what I always hated and detested and cursed above all things was this contentment, this healthiness and comfort, this carefully preserved optimism of the middle classes, this fat and prosperous brood of mediocrity.” Hermann…

The Only People Are The Ones Mad to Live

“…the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars…”…

Everything Ends and Everything Matters

“Everything matters not in spite of the end of you and all that you love, but because of it. Everything is all you’ve got…and after Everything is nothing. So you were wise to welcome Everything, the good and the bad alike, and cling to it all. Gather it in. Seek the meaning in sorrow and…