Concealing rather than revealing, they deny their own purpose. At once, it is the act of rebellion, and sheer foolishness. A whim of imagination gone wilder than expected, irreverent to both the past and the future. And ‘now’ is numb in its abiding musings on abandoning life. Colors are but disguises for voices that whisper of inevitable darkness. The spirit soars higher when detached from dogma, then touched by Eros. Devotion is truly divine only in the death of the one who was never even born...
Desert Foreplay
Morning Stillness
Spiritual Groping
Deathless Futility
The Flying Book
Danger, Desire!
A Meandering Mind
Paranoid Oranges
A Redder Attraction
Blues of Everything
The Gift of Death
Crumbs of Peace
Immaculate Misconception
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