Mile High Club

I saw you, your gilded lashes were cages for the routine dancing in your eyes. Lakes releaseing rivers down your cheeks.

He came cutting through the feilds
all high and gallant
with no cracks in his shield
a better way to die
I promise i’ll be with you
when you go, so worry not
i’ll let you know
all you forgot
cos your brain wont let you remember
yeah, your a member
of the mile high club, the fishing alliance, the boots advantage card holders, the leonard cohen fanclub, the parent teacher assosciation. your a vitctim of inflation, of the great debate, of all those things you love and hate, you won't ever let anyone, tell you what you dont want to hear, your an embracer of space and a victim of fear, you’ll let nothing destroy you, but let everything in, your overwieght now, but you used to be thin, and all that I tell you, everything's true, all integral parts of the being of you, and although you dont know it, you are happy to make true, the life that you love and the death that will take you.

The Divine Matrix

"Riding the stained glass back of glory towards the war between modern day idiocy and the Divine Matrix"

Red Loafers

'The most wondrous sense of dread, tripping and two stepping around this brain in a pair of red loafers.stop this now, or i shall recoil, dancing, into immortal infallibility with the rest of these god damn chancers...'

Rest Assured

"I saw them fillet you, and lay you on the counter. Fall asleep, honest, it's coming, and it's all but undeserved. Rest assured, I will be sleeping, and of absolutely no help to you in your time of distress...."

True Happiness

"True happiness is neither true, nor a happy concept. It is merley a cruel ignorance of the reality of situation. Clouding clear judgement with the intangible mist of comfort, and producing no influence for to keep with the search, deluding us and leaving us to fish in the river of none consiquence...."

Grandpa's a packhorse

"Granpa's a packhorse these days. I saw him, he passed the window with the world in his hair. Glowing silver like the last moments of everything, the last spark of existance imploding and dancing with beautiful kinetic trickery. In that moment he was younger than his first breath, and rightly so, for his fortunes had culminated to all but the one thing he valued most, his youth and the ignorance that came with it...."

Leather

"He sat below his fortunes, shadows cast, now melting like the frost that bit his memories, all scarred like those guys at gas stations, leather skinned and baseball capped. Filling up your dreams for all but one dollar and the scent of escape. ‘light a match, and we’ll both be gone’..."