These sleepless nights draw on and on, hanging like black velvet curtains over the great stage of this mortal coil and veiling things beyond from curious eyes. There is more to the affair of living than we perceive, and much of what we fail to see will return to haunt us in the dim future. … Continue reading Invisible Vermin and Vulgar Asceticism (10/22/25)
The junkies, drifters, and other unfortunate souls that wander US-1 in Daytona in various states of decay are out in droves tonight. There are more and more and ever more of them lately. One of them, emaciated, clothed in muddy looking rags with bare legs visibly swollen from infection wandered into traffic on my way … Continue reading Cruisin’ US-1
I have no story worth telling. I am a living phantom, a nobody, a shadow on an alley wall projected from a gutter, gone in the flash of a police light and swallowed back up by blackness in its passing. There is nothing here for me, and though I despise this place, I cannot dream … Continue reading New Year || Same Hopeless Depression
Towers of Rust 