Thursday, November 4, 2010

november blues.

i haven't met you yet
but last winter you kept me warm
it's the hot stained cigarette breath of yours that lingers on my lips
i'm not looking forward to
when you leave; so does, the warmth.

love and


trip into trance with me

"Out here in the perimeter there are no stars. Out here we IS stoned immaculate."

DUB STEP JIM MORRISON and i don't hate it.

Well I woke up this morning got the crossroad on my mind....

           "If the doors of perception were cleansed everything would
         appear to man as it is, infinite."
                                                        - William Blake // Aldous Huxley

i'm at a crossroad in my life, awaiting the other side. i just don't know how but it's right here.