December 2010
12 posts
“Spray paint and recycled fur - its these moments - these seconds - that are...”
– Temna Fialka
ah hem.
“Black crow eyed, and red thread stitched, we’re made up of mathematical...”
– A
The Devil And Billy Markham
The Devil walked into Linebaugh’s on a rainy Nashville night While the lost souls sat and sipped their soup in the sickly yellow neon light. And the Devil, he looked around the room, then got down on his knees. He says, “Is there one among you scum who’ll roll the dice with me?” Red, he just strums his guitar, pretending not to hear. And Eddie, he just looks away and...
“Only at my house do we drink beer and sport clever antler head...”
“Lost in an ocean of transition, I set the dragon free.”
– Temna Fialka 2010
the sinking ship.
The wind tore my sails, but I have no quams with it. An anchor, a dead weight - ain’t nothing gonna drag me down. I’m drifting, but even the most responsible of dreams doesn’t lose sight - regardless of the transition. And so I keep mid flight.
I can smell the shore in the distance and feel the strains about to lift. My heart is beating quietly, still a fight I won’t...