A stream of connections

[Sepia]

The radio is silent like the radio always is silent, an old living room, an old memory and an old parent, someone's mother or father smelling of death, six feet of dirt and dust and from this experience sommeliers are born as they begin their walk into life, sniffing the roses as they pass from childhood to manhood before heading over to adulthood, forever attempting to find that scent again,

Everyone else. Us. You. Do you feel the stifling hand of time's annihilation? Do you see the world as it should be seen, is it technicolor at your location? Or is it still grey? Do you still write on blocks of stone? Do you still build pyramids? Do you still try to eradicate socalled races in the ovens of sexual frustration? Do you still deem yourselves worthy? Are you still fostering vegetarian artists that crack?

Are you still stuck in your daydreams when you should be stuck in your dreams?

We grow up and learn the darkness our parents knew and felt, the warmth of growing old and the insights gained with nothing but time and we give birth, turn old and we'll get small ones and name them after our forefathers or our favourite movie or porn star depending on how many drugs we took and still take and we see them every day, we watch them on their webcam sites, the small entrepeneurs, as we celebrate their holidays and parties, paying 3.75 with our family discount and we know we lost it so long ago.

The future is emerging for a changed society and it is a black swan growing into beauty, we've always carried this future with us but it is only with the introduction of global economies that they have gained momentum for it's not a man in

"take away our playstations
and it's just third world nation" - Ani DiFranco

land, we created a copy of the world's oldest line of work because we didn't have the cash for the original and the brands are fading, a dream, an illusion, a different reality is coming over us and we've ridiculed it for so long, talked about it only in hushed whispers as its' battle with our reality has had wars its lost but now it is coming and we see the generals surveying the fields and all we see are our sons and daughters dressed in military outfits before we have to pay to see how the future will unravel.

The air smells like shit and down in Paris sits Karl Lagerfeld some time in the eighties or perhaps nineties fanning because he knows something few others know and even fewer use. Like him we see it as magic, we're all touched by it from time to time but there is no reason to see beyond it,  no reason to hold the blanket tighter, there is no frost. The fan is beating faster now as we think it's the heart of mother earth, beloved gaia, eden, we hear the thumps of your heart as the Shai-Hulud hear the thumpers that move the ground, the story of the good rebel, heading for a good cause, doing the good things, backed by the promise of justice and fairness, vengeance will be made for there's a war brewing, it's coming from the east and god moves among men again

The chosen one walks into life and is backed by religion, backed by politics and backed by the will of the people. We feel positive surges in our bodies, pride swelling our bellies as we cry, as our tears drop upon our thighs when the god-king brings justice to the universe and the movie ends as we watch Horselover Fat seeing ancient rome and seeing a truth

The sommeliers sniff the world, ignores the fanning of master Lagerfeld and the dying heart, smelling the shit nearing. There, you see that? Put on your glasses and look at the sun, nah it's okay, just look at it. See it there? Those small spots is change and we don't know how we'll like this. Here it is, growing from ugly into beauty, forever locked in a love that keeps everything interesting


,a scent that would be found upon the masters of the nose themselves as a new living room turned into an old living room

[Cramulus]

I love how you're able to create a seamless montage of your memories and my memories.

[Bebek Sincap Ratatosk]

[Sepia]

I love how you're able to create a seamless montage of your memories and my memories.

I'm like the riddler in that godawful batman movie, wearing glittery spandex monitoring everyones minds.


Or does that make you tommy lee jones as two-face?