on vanity on obsession on every gom damn thing that keeps me alive. and then some.

i can tell seedy story after seethy story and i'm not just talking parasites.. the parasitic parasympathetic life.

sympathies to you who read.

my stint on that haitian haiti like island town. i know some have fantasized of that 24/7 boulevard. the truest romance of any life is that city mish mash of its environs and inhabitants. its novel not cinema. cursed be the one try capture that essence of voodoo clique...

i won't start with miracles. that's another post and the other thedral cat. like poison, i must weep.

boring boring boring boring. it's all been written before, but i will tell you that i escaped a criminal life illegal, and i'm not sure what carried me amid the sheer acceptance.

i cannot continue. these details, the details are for those sure they're interested to read..

prostitution thievery trickery the dead & the restless God with all the fixins air and incense stigmata insects and snake, copper pot, a cross on roller skates

it's over. and overdone and done. phew///



why run?

i'm only afraid of stagnancy and shopping for so little

is redemption so far from the horizon

forging an identity


on and out of my system

not quite done

you mean this **** didnt get deleted

j/k

wish i'd been there