into the strenuous briefness
Life:
handorgans and April
darkness, friends

i charge laughing


Self discovery is an exaltant crash. Ribboning you into ecstatic portions you push around mullingly on your plate, trying to find some appeasing combination. And there you are, some people love you, some don't, and meaning is mingled with music and monotone...

Life IS roses and hello, solongs and ashes.
It smells of lilacs and concentration camps.
Barbaric yalps and rosebud gatherings
Seance and waste and (redemption)