your mind skips like a warped record on a jagged turntable. jaded faces turn their noses up in a defensive posturing performed by pseudo artists that is commonly referred to as pretension.

the light hits the cliffs in blacks and whites with neutral grey distinguishing their imperfections. bodies littler the alcove like bottles and condom wrappers clutter on shores of dying industrial cities. this picture is the envisage of a dying message.

freedom can not be fought for, and at best it can only be embraced amongst others that legislate bans and advisory labels.

if i could placate an age limit to depth perception, blindness would be a misfortune to no one. ignorance is the privilege of all, and to my dismay, it is abused copiously.

fathers can no longer shield their children from dioxin with face masks and consumer consciousness.