C R A S H ￼Flashing lights of the metropolis. Stretched coaches cruise the steaming asphalt. Never sure what they carry. Hidden behind tinted glass. Like whales they glide through crowded streets, stolid and majestic. for a future IV: but what if we are not alive? Somewhere there among the remnants of the great pacific island, the blooming vortex of the world, roughly between 135°W to 155° Wand 35°N and 42°N in the accelerated rage… [read more »]
Just pretend you’re Blue Ivy and let go, follow the ghost of Destiny’s Child past.
Some think I am blessed just because of the
Amount written on my check not because of the
Amount of my happiness is the reason
Why I am so blessed
Having me a Merry Christmas
And having me a Merry Kwanzaa