{Epictetus, freed slave. Turned stoic thinker. . Expelled from Rome. for seeking virtue and wisdom. . In Nature, the city of gods. He found his destiny.
{Dionysos, god of wine and ecstasy. Attend this vernal feast, with satyrs and bacchantes -. fury, strings and choirs create a canvas in your honour}. .
The train left westwards on a Saturday sunrise. . We rode along the linear scaffold. To a fertile sidetrack. Not yet been tamed. By urban architecture.
Come to me through the channels of the soul. Pantheon of designer rock 'n' roll. The war broke out in the back of my head. No victims but several dead.
{Edvard Munch in Christiania. Painter in the poor capital of. A spoon-like strip of land. . He painted a self portrait in Hell. And herad Death speaking French.
[C:] One day I'll return with another man's clothes. One day I'll return with another man's name. [L:] I am all alone. Existence has no friends. I feel the emotion that never ends.
{Holy Virgin Mary Buy my Sperm}. . If you want and have the wealth to be free. Maybe I can help you make another me. Many things are possible and equally expensive.
Crime's the other side of what's right. Baba lives on the wrong side of the earth. On a plain flat planet he would've been white. Nobleman by name aristocrat by birth.
[C:] For the torso begging on Colaba Causeway. For the green-eyed girl on the street in Mumbai. For the grapefruit tumour that entered the taxi. The bitter reality is far from sexy.
Metallic bugs crawl violently through life. as grey noise rapes the red air. . an artificial pulse. . One gaping breath's a metallic dream. The city's kiss is a feverish scream.
This is your call might be your fall. Do you have a premonition of it all?. Can you believe. Can you receive. You might conceive this revolution alone!.
What will my world be like. When I say goodbye. Will you cry at all. Will everybody know who vanished now. Whose light burned out that night. All alone or deep love shown.
It's been weeks this pain of mine. Got just this bottle by my side. I see me break. Facing low tonight. Will I be over this somehow. Like you are through with us right now.
A burning fearing misery all over me. Covered by a shell of falling leaves. Faceless. Reality's snoozing. A mirror with no reflection of me. Completing memories.
One last day to get back what you need. One last fucking scene left before you bleed. Get your ass up this nightmare knocks. Death whispering. Your last day comes.
The choice to face it all now was so natural.. A sign of the man that wants. so badly to be freed. The emotional pull like a thousand screams. Tempers.
This is a letter with. the deepest. sorrow. with an open mind. I pray. you read. my thoughts of today. I. carry a burden weighed. by. devious settings.
I am a ghost,. I am this transparent,. Underlying, formless, shapeless being.. I fall between the lines.. . I'm just another memory 4x (overlapping). .
Picture the ocean. Transparent, and lively. The wind is so soft and relieving. But the sun isn't scorching or seething. And we float as no problems seem to weigh us down.