Photo by Heider Ismail.
We had one hell of an amazing crowd. Thank you all for coming down to I AM TAKING CONTROL:fin.
Reblogged from Amateur Takes Control.
April 12, 2010, 2:43am
Photo by Heider Ismail.
We had one hell of an amazing crowd. Thank you all for coming down to I AM TAKING CONTROL:fin.
April 12, 2010, 2:43am
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watching shoes and poetry books.
February 05, 2010, 2:57am
the clearing stood as a dogma for a hesitation pinched between the dullness of marmalade stick and convenience ploy. whilst in this conjunction the streets are still weary from tanks trudging about, sloppy calm sits above this blankhead mumbling to a song.
stickler flicks in continuum to arhythmic slurs punctuating dots off sentences plummeting into the evening set.
these are seconds where each year that passed stood as a province flickering in the distance calling for everyone. but a hum by the coast swings consciousness to a different height, whispering in confidence the stories nomads tell children to keep them off the borderlands.
this is the space where millions will pray for a better day. this is also the same space, millions will kill for a better day.
quit patronizing scum.
pocket your beliefs in a wormhole, and set the sails for the meandering opus proposing life as a manufactory hoax.
stickler flicks in continuum to arhythmic slurs punctuating dots off sentences plummeting into the evening set.
this is the space where millions can breathe for a better day. this is also that same space, millions will disappear for better days.
January 24, 2010, 2:41am
fumes breathe each in every humdingers’ balcony
of hollow thoughts, summarizing arbitrary compulsions
swimming in the bosom of clumsy dogmas. i stand as
freakmongers bask in an ideology swamped by unlit
passageways paving makeshift routes for the blind. break
these ears that picked up the vibrations of tears and fears
flickering through the blackout. where is the stance
to be modeled after in the wake of an apparent tease by
the devil who framed everyone in an instance? i’d have
given him a nobel prize for chaos. fire continuous in the din
of mutant hate, and even then, fire does not speak for it. this
stems from a confluence of ignorance and shitbled headfucks
that refuses to see the storm that crashes
in when the lighthouse goes off for the evening. not in His name,
not in any name. not in our name. not in ours. and then,
a civil war? why not, if the devil aims to win,
next year.
January 12, 2010, 1:43am
severed, how uncivilized, this
we, not that shall it not, speak through
all valves you continue to maroon
in timely just becauses. intimidating
storm, bluff called, as every in such ever
heads bob clanking to rhythms set
to the motion of films blanketing
thoughts to sleep. these clues left none
such spaces to conundrum itself into
molotovs to spark arguments for myself
to identify. every corner, is a canvas
i interpreted as sounds left uncarved
for the passing year.
December 06, 2009, 11:31pm