Documenting the Human Experience
“Big C calls out ‘Loose squares! Loose squares!’ as feral children chase pigeons into the setting sun. Four Corner Hustlers feed youthful suburban crackers endless bags of powdered love. They hate you for your forefather’s sins. These baggy-pants brothers ain’t…
4:14 am… Sunlight’s morning rays pierce midnight’s foggy dreams…
4:52 am… There’s something about the northern spring air that really lets you know you’re alive. It has this old icy smell and taste to it, as if the wind had traveled across a great distance of time and space…
All is quiet. Dawn’s hush has silenced the voodoo chickens, as gray clouds smother the morning sky.
4:38 am… The bells of the voodoo gypsy queen jingle in rhythmic mockery of Holy Mother Church, as she proudly prances across the gray slate of Jackson Square… With a whisper and a smile, she’ll tell your tale.
5:54 am… The water slowly drips into the coffeepot as voodoo chickens call in the day. I’m thinking about the wide expanse of Earth – living on Earth, walking on Earth, breathing on Earth. I want to go where the…
Then it hits you… the universe is radically indifferent towards human suffering; life, is meaningless. The Last Man trembles at such an awakening, and seeks to hide himself within the fog of mystical realms; while the Übermensch embraces his awakening,…
I ran into a lost soul huddled in a sunlit doorway; crumpled, twisted, drooling – river of piss flowing fresh to the curb… who came up with this idea?