Category: Godless Prophets

Theres a lady at the coffee shop. She wanted to sit by me as i had a conversation with a new friend . Cuz she had spinal issues and needed a comfy chair. She asked permission. I said its cool. But we are speaking candidly, i told her. She said no problem, nothing will bother…

there are people in my family, that look down on me for the choices i make, and how i live my life, despite the fact that it is my choice, and i am happy. i have volumes of art that prove my worth to my muse, my heart, my G-d. but they tell me to…

spiral tapestry of concurrent concepts constantly reiterating reality truth determined is an artistic reaction a hallucination that determines your sanity

Now come give me a sloppy one Now were you thinking If you answered d, your hired, welcome to Hell Have a nice day

eclisiastic post synamptic catastrophic metablic gin and tonic so erotic quite quixotic electric vomit you know you want it flaunt it its haunted spiritually demonic if youve got it pawn it raise funds for bong hits only smoke the bomb shit

there are so many of themswarming legions of half menall with hands out and palms upwith empty pocketsor bags full of baubles worth less then the worry they causewhen they leave you wonderingif they are even realor just robotsprogrammed for a metallic romancepre-approved courtships like credit cardsyou can count onpetty casheasy comeeasy gothey charge and…

when our days are numberedwe fight for inspirationwe take it every secondthe clock an enemywhen we see its handsas the sands of deathour glass half emptyhalf full of eternity when our days our numberedthe small betrayals take on a holy significancethat must be disregarded cut your losses every minuteevery strike of the bell a stroke…

finding the mindless landscape of eternal unknowingletting go of egoergoyour own soul who knows which way the wind blows such low blows, those who suppose they’ve grown beyond comprehension, beyond this dimension descent or ascention its all perspective its perplexing whats the purpose? is it sin or service? for what is it we are searchin…

Why these people make a fussevery time I roll a blunt on the bus?ashes to ashes dust to dustdamn fascist I dont give a fuck I just dont get the pointof getting upset with me and my jointboys and girls dont be annoyednoone avoids being destroyed every breath gets us closer to deathtoo unimpressed to…

im a black wholei’ll eat your stuffi’ll swallow you upits never enough no such thing too muchwhen things get roughi continue to munchwhats for lunch?everything, son,thats under the sunwe’ll start with that onewont stop till were donewatch the wildlife runlikes pigs from a gunor end up on my buni swallow em by the ton im…