Unacceptable

Too much life is wasted unintoxicated!

Iambs of Rum

Iambs of rum, iambs of rum he poured,
until his oft full glass could hold no more!

He poured a draft of spiced 'n' darkened rum,
and filled those two intoxicating eyes!

Oh Girl Brown Eyed! (Through the Blinds)

You peek to see the world outside
through the blinds; a rising tide
washes my heart's brown shore.

Hark! A bird calls from the west
through the blinds, your eyes in jest
follow its flight across the sun.

A fire in the setting sun aglow
through the blinds, your eyes of gold
paint brown my world alive.

You peek to see the world outside
through the blinds, oh girl brown eyed
I glimpse the world in you!

Los Marrones

Cuéntame tus secretos, tus suspiros, tus latidos.
¡Déjame saltar a los ojos marrones!

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!

120ml

120ml of bliss tastes best during such trying times.

As I walk the road
My footsteps spill, onto streets
Of distant cities

Closure has been achieved. Now, a new phase. Some doubt, much certainty. Some fear, much finality.

Feels good.