Human props, first in entertainment, then a reality of industry itself. Frustrated lust returns to create an object out of the narrow obscure charm of a thick bodied wannabe bourgauis. My presence is a mystery, I cannot afford my confusion or my play by design. Work the crowd, teach them about Mendelian concepts of nuanceContinue reading “Confessions of the Human Props”
The time it varies, The time is in fact here, and The time it is now.
That which is to be, Is only about you, Is a fallacy.
Neo twist incarnate, grounded, the spirit does see all. Bleeding, seeped ink and stained counters, tell repulsive truths about law and attraction. Power, proof positive, and old open bottles, and wounds. Sink now, not built to last, only to kill a few minutes. History, at the touch of a button. Do you not have theContinue reading “Neo twist Incarnate”