Worship Me.

Then it comes a time when contemplation is not that of what's to come, but of what hasn't been done. I thought of a once was, of a w...

Centre stage, the angular spot is at 70%. Back lit; the actor is silouette only of the face. Back-combed hair, the Versace suit is left to r...

Grey clouds and dark skies, she weeps, uncertain and reluctant. Contorted beliefs of the sorrows swept away. These people, they look worried...

Acceleration of sound; the divine intervention. Parished are the hopeful predicaments. The premeditated decisions are all but shadowed phant...

One hell of a week, more than just a rollercoaster ride. Even Momento's elaborated plot of complexity stand no where near. Secrets unwou...

The distrust; the deaf man watches a puppet scene. The melbourne shuffler. I seek refuge once again, my cover has been blown; my facade shat...

Blissful months, a harmless blink of the eye, 9 months have breezed by and the tarnished frame of the parished mine. Liberation is all but 1...

And sometimes I remember and remind myself, we are all truly fucked up. Oh but not me, most certainly not me. Cause I'd be too much of a...

Okay, so fuck yeah! I've contemplated of my reasons to pinning my all-too-awaited thoughts. There isn't a certain need, neither is t...

fuck

You fucked me up, laid me on the streets. You muted the bass and arrested my breath. You almost got me killed. But you are nothing more than...