Streetlights and headlamps
Pepper the film of wet smoke
Wafting from her lips

Shivers down the spine
The raspy touch of sharp blade
Scraping down the neck

micmojo on black-and-white

"I wouldn’t say that black-and-white is always better than colour. It’s like, it depends a bit on the image, and there are beautiful colour images where everything comes together. What I like about black-and-white is that it takes you sort of out of the reality, because black-and-white is completely irreal. You know, everything is colour and you see colour all the time. That’s why I think black-and-white is a bit like stopping the time, stripping off reality, and looking at the soul or the core of something, the real, the bare minimum."

from 'Portrait of Jan Scholz' on Vimeo.

Mad

I like that word, mad. It still hasn't lost it's intensity.

The right path to god is simple.

Just follow the directions to the nearest temple and pretend that a god exists.

On the anniversary of a failed love, tonight I shall not be sleeping alone. I have, for company, this nagging toothache.

Religion cannot regulate it's own primitive instincts, is incapable of acknowledging it, and yet it seeks to control the universe.

How mature!