

a quick scribblewhat wit and knowledge have you to share? inside information, traveller's fair and ilk. long-time friends and contemporaries need not bear any guilt or fear. they confess just to loosen their bolts. and the words come so easily from mind, out of lips to the ears.a quick scribble
I, however, know that is not so. I look your way, frown, and then try to dissipate into anonymity. I have no words for you. not this time, not anytime we meet. there is more air than there is substance. no comebacks or highlights of a kind of life that is not my own. yet you take a chance


subcultural ghostalthough I don't practice what you preach I will not discredit your idealogy. for that you owe me the realization that you are not set aside or flagged but walk amongst us in our hide. it is your mind that is not stationed with the rest - you make more sense. you do not try to pull the wool or knead the shape and state of this world - we're on the same page. wisdom has no age and swift to wage war against blind recreation.subcultural ghost
though you sustain your work. and have stated your mission, I take it you are vain. your desired name and portrayal fail