This ocean, always moving, never still, this daydream in the mind of young child.
We move courageously into the mystery whose long and silent hours are spent in the
Mirage of life.
Oh sweet Jasmine, your golden hair is magnificent, your eyes on fire with the intoxication of erotic delights I fall before your trembling knees, your the midnights daughter, Saturn reborn.
I have no idea what I am talking about but I feel quite comfortable in saying it.
It’s time we adopt the disguise and pretend we are separate, after a couple million years of discontent we climb the golden prism of electricity, impossible energy. I smoked a gram of blue dream and walked into the bedroom. Her clothes fell off her body in heat waves, her smell filled my empty mind with reckless passion. I drove my dagger deep into the remains of life and stepped over its bloody corpse into infinity.
A strong dark coffee, arabica beans roasted carefully with the greatest care, it’s bitterness awakens me, I am now a fully stimulated robot slave inside the central core of an oxygen atom. Extended in space, disintegrating gracefully, what wonderful laughter surrounds the equilibrium of sound.
Goodnight and farewell
Sir Ryan Scott Hancock