Every once an artist is born, alongside it a critic dies. Whereas it may seem that all they write about is shutting the other down, they are in fact engaged in a sort what of an affair. A complex affair where the story of two becomes the story of three…

I seek a droplet With thirst and hunger Surrendering to survival focus A droplet that’ll teach me thunder And a goblet to drink under Swallowing a leaking horizon With cannibalous fervor I stop to wonder At the thoughts leaving my inner whirl An opposite turn over An odd even number…

The code for good driving, not goof driving, is not without the other. If there were no other, there would be no code, no rules for conduit. If I’m driving fast and comfortably, enjoying the ride, and I arrive at a junction. …

Ferme là! Night’s out Lights out. I can feel Time, accelerating. Give me a reason a reason to look you in the eyes and say yes yes to all Where does the goddess fall except in the lies of a man wh’om she knows wh’ose song is not right Alright let’s look at our pains seek the chords behind. What else’s left to find? Do you hear me? Do you believe me now baby? I can sing lies all night yes baby for you all night

Agent 7 Agent 7 was signalled one night, via her computing devise. A strange message popped up her screen. You are A-life. The message was sent by a Renderina (7) Convertia. She had it marked as spam but couldn’t effectuate the transaction. It simply read and remained status: Message from…

We initiate this story with following weather fore-cast: Tonight it’s going to be heavy, a full moonar cycle is about to bit-face the earth. Story-mode is set to wind level 4. Play-mode is set to face-mask degree 3. Running program… Resuming advertisement for purpose of self-growth. Sell 3 shares and…

So, I like UFC, UFC teaches something about something, what that something is, is for you to find out. Because as Heaven already knows you don’t know everything there is to know. Perhaps that’s what is leading you to read something about something you know nothing of. Perhaps I know…

If KU would decide to walk away from the game right now he can do because in this fight he painted a great canvas. Of course one could argue, what is the limit point of the stroke of the brush, when can absolute perfection be attained? It can be attained…

A poem about longing — Star stray stuck A moment frozen scheduled delirium on time finding sonar word swirls for the missing sun spiral we have stood our ground through aeons of cataclysms repeating recycled doodles with surplus attachments genetic linear code rehearsals NOW if we have to ride the whirl only two were left…