Driftwood... fuck your dream

[bonesyboyo]

There is a venom to examine and expose. A music of flanks and beastial acts. Something to keep man alive so he can further himself into a threat. A pose of skill and harmony that when the storm blows he walks the street. There is nothing anymore and so back to normal here i stand the most alone. I do wish that everything will be burried in time. A tension that swells that all the griots will be hanging, and the gripes are deafened. I wish that the streets run with the mad like wild horses. I can treat them all. At the bottom of the world I would still assume such a duty. Having tea with Orpheus, A drink with Aesclepius, a cigarette with Dos Passos. It is bad luck to love such a man, mention his name or retain any memory. It is the nature that I have assumed once again. No woman, no home, no names, no questions, no gratitude. I will sprint up and down the bone flute and play for myself a song.

Addendum

NO CIGARETTES !