apocalypse now?

memoirs from that black fellow over there.

dark side of the sky:
As it seemed, a drop of blood obscured the sun, soaking the sky around it, and augmenting reality into an orange tinge that casts vague shadows and tempts observers to its surreal metallic glow. Weary and suspicious spectators abstract themselves from their life to gaze with ambiguity at the eerie zenith. Thoughts or bewilderment thicken the air making it shallow and suffocating. Appropriately, clouds bowed leisurely towards the omninous sun, while ash sprinkles obscurely with such a frail structure that a virgin wind can take it's existence entirely. White falls, the orange sky will never tell it's strange secret and will always be favored to be remembered as a extravagent accident.

random
City lights jolt in enthusiasm to the heavens, as if they must be freed from the dreary city nights, to the man who is drunk or tired.

the rest
New. York. Herald. Tribune.

He died later that day, of lung cancer. And I mean that in a completely homosexual way.


posted by Justin at 4:35 PM