Moonshine Noire

Is it all just a psychotic dream? What is life?

Moonshine Noire

It was one of those sweltering summer days in which the air itself seems to decline as a haze suffocates the outside world. It is painfully bright whether you are looking up at that ball of burning hydrogen or down at its vivid reflection on sheer pavement.

Moonshine Noire

Maybe I should stop while I'm ahead Nay, I swim with sea-demons no sweet summer tuned radio over my sunless desertscapehow does it burn without the sun?

Moonshine Noire

(...) pick up your axe, start at the rootsdon't miss the trunk, never forget:to end life truly and finally start at the roots or end there.

Moonshine Noire

She loves filming and taking photographs. I can imagine her making beautiful films in France or India or somewhere with a gorgeously colorful culture. She somehow reminds me of my favorite place in the world, she and Paris I can romanticize and immortalize in ceaseless poetry for the rest of my life.

Moonshine Noire

Sometimes it can be as brutally overwhelming as a tidal wave flooding every orifice, the suffocation, the pressure, the immensity of this damnable depression like an ocean, unsurmountable. It swallows me whole and gnaws at my very bones. It floods me over and over, drowning me over and over... Furthermore, it is a torturous broken record player with a scratched disc on repeat, the wailing disrupting any possible good remaining after the tsunami. Furthermore, it wails and wails inside my rib cage and inside my skull. I cannot make it stop.

Moonshine Noire

The locals died and shrivelled with the autumnal leaves as their plastic, seasonal smiles faded with the last of the holidaymakers.

Moonshine Noire

The ocean cradles the bloodied moon in its aquatic arms like a mother holds her crying babe.

Moonshine Noire

The worst stories usually make you think: 'but nobody had to die'. These are called true stories.

Moonshine Noire

This revolution will be noted. It will be successful and above all, it will be in words.

Moonshine Noire

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