i still remember the first punk rock album i ever heard i was a metal head, like everyone i knew and i dabbled in hip hop like no one else around me music was then and is now my be all end all but nothing beats discovering it so i was looking through a music […]
i hate airports all the scents the lack of sense everyone looks confused unsure as if the straight corridors are misleading always a line to piss short tempers all in a hurry to get to nowhere but a wait happy japanese couple, mid sixties came and tapped my shoulder for a picture i turned and […]
when i knew it was over over over not just a bout of unhappiness it wasn’t a roaming eye or someone else it was my friends telling me they remembered me being happy and i looked at them confused i thought i was happy but they saw my smile never reached my eyes i would […]
Mike's Manic Word Depot 