July 5, 2010

the beginning of perfection has an end in destruction


i had another wild weekend where i partook in the divine debauchery. i need to get down to shooting, and writing and the creation of grand books of art, but i keep searching in the night life the audible hallucination that is my beloved.

i fear she may be just a whisper in the wind all those years ago, but the lovely thing about a dream is that it can be filled with hope and hope leads men to believe in unreal in an attempt to make it divine.

this week is a fresh start that should end in a weekend of art and progress.

then the cup final, friends and a bbq where who knows if someday i shall redeem this hallucination that is a love for you.

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