"Come on, you mangled fucker, I gestured. Time to end to it once and for all. Make my day. No one will ever be able to touch you for it."


"Now, more than ever, we need far-out angels flitting about in technicolor all over the fucking place, while the dull gods in dark suits are doing their best to nail us to the cross of compliance."


"Delivered from sleep, I was the infinite outcast, the wandering fool, my eyes renewed by nocturnal angels. I marveled at the secrets that made flowers flourish in their tidy beds, the stoic indifference of idle playgrounds shone through painted steel."

Elderly couple.

"I stood around listening for a while, then I sat down on the concrete across from them. They didn’t seem to mind. The woman was quietly sorting through a large bag of colourful stacks of paper. Perhaps they were the blueprints for the true revolution that never happened."

Brothers in arms.

"Social distancing? They care not. Having the choice to rather be six feet under than spend one’s life six feet apart should be everyone’s God-given right, and they simply have the courage to claim it, standing tall and stalwart like oaks in a storm."

Kaide Mall.

"Sometimes, when we’re bored, hungover, or both, we just wander around, dizzy from the carbon monoxide accumulating in our muzzles, and giggle like glue-sniffing teens at unwittingly naughty chain store names like Elf Sack, Hotwind and Chlitina."

Old man on the pier.

"Overhead, gulls were lamenting the platinum light. My mom, who passed away years ago, used to say that some day she’d return as one, so I always look out for her when I’m wandering the shore. I wished I could join her and fly all the way Home."

Now and Zen.

"With the winds of change now ripping the globe apart, no matter if you are proud, ashamed or afraid of the flag you are destined to stand under, remember that you are always free to make up your own mind. This is a right, not a privilege. And it’s sure as fuck worth fighting for."


"Over time, one seems to just get used to it and go with the synthetic crystalline flow, paying precious little mind to the muddy depths beneath. It’s all about smoke and mirrors. Hair and make-up. Tits and teeth, baby."