Sunday, November 7, 2010

Altruistocracy


There exist pockets, in various middles of various fields and towns all across this World, of people who persevere. Those so obsessed with cooperation that their circle will always exist. I live in a dirty place and I will never deny that but I take great comfort in the fact that long after everything is covered in Ash- solidarity continues in the hands of those stalwart anemics. 

Sunday, September 19, 2010

Haven


You couldn't know the beauty and honesty in a congregation of lying children. They're inventing words that Yeats never got close to touching, they're going to complain about it all, they're going to find solutions and withhold them- because they fucking hate you.

Saturday, September 18, 2010

trace


Attributable to the Grace we receive is the love we dole out. The love for a stranger to matters of the soul, we can only hope and pray that somewhere else, they're doing much better than a fleeting view allows one to scry.