Memories and The Smell of Gasoline

I am here, in the place where fate resides. A waste of time, or just erasing mine? A clean slate, another state of mind. I have lost direction, must have missed a sign.   I got caught up for a minute in your grand design. Didn't see that I had missed my ride. Only for … Continue reading Memories and The Smell of Gasoline

Lovers of Desolation

Lovers of desolation, in our hearts we yearn for obliteration. In our most lucid, hidden fantasies, we dance and fuck in cities razed by fire. In fields that once filled the mouths of nations, we couple in the dust, on dry, cracked earth. Quietly we await the apocalypse that will ravage all life, unmake the … Continue reading Lovers of Desolation