Tidal wave of dreams cause reflections to chase
Cut lips and slice fingers, the ritual of life is hardly ever a lemon bath worth taking raw. Strut through the pain and walk with a head held high, knowing full well that the scalps shaving above the thrush are easy to pick out.
Waking life has its benefits; the creep of death with every single wrinkle, a wistful existence looking blindly into the scorching sun, deception and deceit behind every corner made absolute.
It is what it is and what it is is the drivel of facing the prospect of a brain in a state of decomposition. That state being while the rest of the body continues to burn and run the feet.
Screaming dreams are what makes being awake all the more exciting.
Written on Wednesday, 8 November 2006