About to walk in to first fight !!!!

Jared and C45

Post head shave and skull tattoo by the monks at wat bang phra !!!!

What up buddha ?

Chris – the producer

Its for something more –
Far deeper I cry

Oh I’ve chased before -
But always tethered like a pitbull to chain

The iron gate of the mind has swung wide
Lock of limitation has fallen with a silent thud – felt but not seen

The wings unfold from deep beneath shoulder blades and stretch for the sky

Lips pressed against the chalice while burning at the stake of life

Thermal camera japan

Touch down tokyo and the swine flu

Fowl and thorny nest of misery,
high thread count sheets
Torture bugle chicken squawk

O bedspread of dread keep me swaddled in melancholy bacon
600 degrees of milk thistle and leaves

Sadness my friendly two faced friend of knowing so well.

handshake pillow demon with endless stories to tell.
Open eyed cyclops Weaving broken tooth spells
Until merciful doom crosses the wires and blown the fuse

Slight suspension in the nectar of black

The sound of childrens laughter rides the breeze and summer swear this is summer.

In this roost endless winters are all I see…………..
The frost of curtain drawn
Is dark ever dark enough

The pace

The tempo always the breathing

The sound of the ocean being choked…….the alarm of the devil clearing his throat

Hot, moist, and rancid

Never a face, not even the hint of a jaw line….just the sound of the beasts saliva when the forked tongue presses the roof of it,s mouth

Hanging just out of reach the dense fog of scuba diving breath…………..talons retracted but for how long ?

The pressure-the motion-the fear……… straight razor hovers over paper thin wrist
But for how long. ?

The driver of cab # 40 is a ruthless jackal. flying a weathered standard from the antenna of his beat up vehicle, he declares himself to the world holding skeleton and cutlass.
This four wheeled hyena snickers while navigating the glass canyons of metropolis. The endless tongue of black sea is the scoundrels only destination.
The static of wander lust radiates from the A.M. Dial