On Living

On Living

Sometimes you can’t get enough of it; sometimes it can’t get enough of you.

Sometimes it hurts like hell; sometimes you know the pleasure will kill you.

Sometimes you lie to preserve the truth; sometimes you tell the truth to preserve a lie.

Sometimes you hope the end never comes; sometimes all you want is for it all to end.

Sometimes you force yourself to believe that everything will be okay; sometimes okay abandons you. Read more

F.N.O.A.T. during a F.L.O.A.T.

F.N.O.A.T. during a F.L.O.A.T.

And the sky was filled with the eminent glow that, powered down, the urbanscape would resort to the faintest light of all time or a F.L.O.A.T., during the funnest night of all time or The F.N.O.A.T., sounding like “Eph-In-Oat,” a town painted Korean RED; they all agreed. Read more