inside the blurrily winking and dimming
nightlight colours in motion – monstrous
shadowing greys smoke off in endless clouded nuke puffs:
clotted to choked- the firing blood and conscience
rise in ashen dusts
wipes off the remnant souls and smells of love- a
white-washed blandness languishes in morbid loneliness, an
insane species in a self-cloning spree
walks along in dangerous contradictions
survival is not of relevance any more
its the black humored apocalyptical bubbling spirals
something pulling such lightning fast in suicidal implosions
this dark devil seems to adorn as it kills as it kills
Pic: web
#an inspired write from the crying nightlights n darkness streets of the 1976 movie Taxi Driver …”Just the part about the contradictions. You are that”
“The days go onband on…they don’t end. All my needed was a sense og someplace to go. I don’t believe that one should devote his life to morbid self-attention, I believe that one should become a person like other people”
“One of these days i’m gonna get organezized”
UJaY 