Maybe if you leave, we can work it out.
I need a permanent blanket of nimbus clouds more oppressive than a Roman Catholic Court.
But, moving to London might convict me back to the cityscape of wasted Fridays and Saturdays.
Because without it, the Betrand Russell in me might just start to wake up. And then I’d remember - there has to be more to life than the 9 to 5 daze.
Washington DC stopped being fun after week two, and now I see it for what it is — a crush of desperate tourists blowing cigarette smoke in your face while you sweat last night’s drinks and Jumbo slice crash.
Anywhere that sells Nutella crepes is pretty sweet, and I love all the kite flyers and buskers festivals. I long ago realized that while Christiania has hundreds of market stalls, they’re all selling the same material things on a Groundhog Day loop: baked goods, stolen bikes, old furniture, cheap phones, and bags of open air hash.
Climbing up Carcassonne, a fortified medieval French town, probably is the best thing ever, but somehow, the two-hour lines to get into Berghain seem more worth it — all that dirt, grunge, and spinning feels as close to Dante’s Inferno; as close to feeling alive as it gets.
But now my Sunday afternoons are spent curled on top of my clean bedsheets, twitching about like a decapitated blue whale - batshit exhausted and depressed but somehow grinning like The Joker, wondering if sleep ever sets.
Jan 11, 2016
Jan 11, 2016 at 4:02 AM UTC
You and I are suspended over the Rhine.
Soon we will be lost to the North Sea with a bottle of wine.
While contemplating your life’s chores,
You drank yourself to death behind closed doors.
A Prince, a Count, privileged guest, prisoner, slave, or pet.
All in the same like a preset cassette.
Aug 28, 2015
Aug 28, 2015 at 1:05 PM UTC
Quand tu rencontres
la bonne personne,
tu tiens la distance.
Et laisse moi te dire
sur la distance.
Tout le monde change.
Mais si tu es avec la
bonne personne et ils changent.
Tu rencontres la bonne
personne tout recommencer.
Aug 8, 2015
Aug 8, 2015 at 12:21 PM UTC
To the pursuit of knowledge,
Impervious to emotions acknowledged.
You can’t outrun toxic haulage,
With competing interests far voyaged.
Double infinity,
Forward to the unholy Trinity.
Aug 7, 2015
Aug 7, 2015 at 12:12 AM UTC
Like two ends, we meet in the corner.
One more compulsive affair.
We're everywhere and nowhere.
Like summer somewhere.
Aug 5, 2015
Aug 5, 2015 at 10:04 AM UTC
She played Juliet but refused to drink the poison dry.
Indulging her Irish-Boston cream pie.
Save the date for Dubai.
Wheels up in ten for the red-eye.
Dress code: Evening gown, straitjacket and tie.
Jul 26, 2015
Jul 26, 2015 at 11:15 AM UTC
Patrolling the defeated campsite,
As we perform Their last religious rite.
Like a storm, we ravished the dead of night,
Just another toxic waste site.
Every gardener’s delight,
Exit stage right.
Jul 26, 2015
Jul 26, 2015 at 9:26 AM UTC
Greetings from the cast iron cage.
We live in an age,
Where existence is on live stage.
Swept through sand dunes and wild sage.
Should we even bother with a title page?
Lest we discover to disengage.
Jul 26, 2015
Jul 26, 2015 at 9:00 AM UTC
Though we have all found new lives
Our old lives linger in the shadow of knives
Soon enough it will come looking
Don't step through the door opening
Only darkness outside the gates.
We're en route, our Madness awaits.
Jul 25, 2015
Jul 25, 2015 at 12:56 PM UTC