kickinglovers

Familiarity has bred redemption at a time when suffering makes his money by playing cards. Dealing hands to unworthy opponents just to take their hard earned self worth.. Money money money. Bloody blasphamony was his ownly fault, those lies stood up like rabbits in the headlight at night. Torn cages of presumption were the only way to the highway of deliverance (save us from all evil). On a dark and stormy night,.. would you risk your life just to meet your maker?
With a weakness for love my heart draws plenty from words spoken with a hushed tone. Avoiding eye contact, only from a sense I know. A need to know basis provides me with a constant urge to search and destroy. Like Space Invaders (the original of course). Pow pow... Did I win yet? How many levels are there?!


Has there ever been someone, that no matter how hard you try you still get that shaking feeling when you see them?

Love is over-rated; we all know this.


James Dead; Dennis Stock, USA. 1955

For you, because.





Fuck being nice,
to hell and damn nation with all exchange.
In part, we brought death on ourselves.
Whinging and whining about all things great.
My fucking heart hurts.
Wankers.