WH3R3 N0B0DY 1NT3RS3CTS W1TH...

where nowhere intersects with 
nobody, I seek nothing much 
more than little bit of peace 

M0R3 C0NN3CT3D TH4N 3V3R...

“more connected than ever” 
the wireless pollution tells 
us as we stare off blankly 

TH3M TH4T D0N'T 3SC4P3 TR41N WR3CK...

them that don’t escape train wreck 
penchant can only hope to 
sit half-broken in sunshine 

TH3M TH4T'S B0RN T0 D3NT GV4RDR41LS...

them that’s born to dent guardrails 
make games of self-destruction - 
stubbornly prove survival 

S0VTH3RN G0TH1CC FVTVR1ST...

southern gothicc futurist 
philosophy ain’t attached - 
go where you must to best thrive 

N0 M4TT3R H0W P3RM4N3NT...

no matter how permanent 
you build a foundation, the 
whole damned Earth might shift beneath 

SONG OF THE DAY: All Over But The Crying

 

Time to throw on a track suit that doesn’t actually exist, and drive a car I can’t actually afford towards a horizon I’ll never actually reach, just blasting this, until I drive off the edge of the fake earth like the Duke boys, landing in the hay barns of universal reality.

L0V3 41N'T N3C3SS4R1LY...

love ain’t necessarily 
blind, but it sees with something 
better than biased eyeballs