I couldn’t write all night, but the night has long ago ended, and tomorrow is trying to cut in on today.
Almost out of weed again, but Dimples won’t let me run dry. I have an addictive personality, and with this in mind, I remember to stay away from the deadly drugs. Well, excluding tobacco.
The last of a generation, I feel the need to make up for lost time and ensure our existence in an over-crowded society. I feel the need to successfully convey the message and iridescent point that was displayed on all levels. I feel the need to refuse to let go.
Another one lost, but what can be done? Pain is all too beautiful when disguised as talent. And so I say goodbye to another favorite artist whose work was destined to be mocked but never captured by inspired new-comers. It is a slap in the face to call it a phase, or give it a name, or a number, or a letter. The mainstream always cheapens that which is a diamond in its natural form.