Devoted exclusively to the creative process. Here you will see photojournaling, poetry, prose, an occasional review--journaling or philosophical writing can be found on our other blogs. This is our attempt to use our imaginations. Enjoy!

Tuesday, January 23, 2007


An absence of sound like stillness in a void.
Stars come crashing down.
Random colours and contours split apart like atoms.
Flimsy, fragile, tragic.
There is a judgment of trees more solemn than saints.
A moment when time spins into illusion.
Ride the illusion.
Ride the chaos.
Continuity warps as fingers of expression twist the pysche.
Malable and magnificent, a utopia of self.
Breathe belief.

words byCocaine Jesus

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