Mocha Bar: a sea of ghetto fab and in the midst of all that, an anomaly— a red headed Viking stares at me—or should I say we exchange covert glances while I attempt to focus on a martini, or an old friend; a new acquaintance; clocking the Viking’s movements from...
Mayasura, famed demon architect dispenses advice to the inquiring designer: Luxury is something cultivated internally, user experience is of utmost priority imagine design as a sense envelope
Vespertines spire into dark street jungle vine this is not the ground I stand on: Lord Shadow haunts the vicinity Sorry to unnerve you I wasn’t unnerved just startled not expecting you— Alas, no one does or wants to. Broad misconceptions I’d like to change, What can I do for you? I was hoping you’d ask. I’m in the market for a little ‘spin’: For starters, it would be nice to be embraced as...
“Heady perfume...” You are mistaken. This is light compressing forward me penetrating you: heatseeking pheromone trace
I was never really away just decohered from the human herd in general, though a few close allies over the centuries
the longest night in the world san francisco to djibouti after-hours in beirut apero in helsinki (such fabulous people you meet!)
interrupting the sun god at play in his dojo “do something about january” “move somewhere else” “what’re the martial arts for— you bored, sun god?”
there's only room tone at the other end you hold on, mesmerized by shimmer slow drift shards icy oxygen silence then you hang up
Spectacular hysterical Futurity sputters data confetti prophecies seismic ticker tape flux formations revealing encoded doom:
I am the twilight whispering cusp of spidery fate a nomad heartbeat sync'd to mysterious nebulae