I just want to listen to music through the headphones of the globe, I'll mix their screams with the cries of laughter. I'll cross over from obese greed and drown it in tragedy. I'll take one shot to a building and ignore the millions of bombs we drop to compensate for our more expensive lives. I'll bask in the glory of being able to eat the African families weight, malnourished and all. I'll parade around in clothes I don't need, expelling exhaust. "everything i could say would feed into insignificance"

Welcome to my Journal. IGNORE GRAMMATICAL ERRORS, or become my Editor


Tender meat is found around the ribs, a protective casing around ones heart. The art of destruction for recreation is known as 'Solve Et Coagula,' the art of self-destruction for creation is called art.

Are we touching each day out of sheer curiosity, like a teenage boy discovering his genitalia or are we approaching it with a will to move forward. We surround ourselves with the things we love, but for those who change their love on a daily basis, like chameleons trying to find the right shade of colour, they would find themselves better suited in the fashion world. Each day I notice the ups and downs of life, the things that provoke, arouse and simply bore me.

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