...that you were yesterday? Did that person ever exist or was your previous existence just a big fabrication? Apparently the thing we conceive as a moment in time, the here and now can be measured down to an interval of approximately 2 seconds. 2 seconds is all you have, before the now turns into a memory and is committed into another corner of your mind. 2 seconds is quite a short amount of time to wrap your mind around the greater scheme which is going on around you at any given moment. It's funny how most people you will ever meet have their heads stuck firmly either in the past or in the future...not much time to live in the here and now...given it's only 2 seconds that you get. The world moves quickly, too quickly perhaps.

Fuck politicians, fuck mindgames and ignorant crooks that are trying to run you down. Fuck talkshows and chemically enhanced fast food. Fuck the olympic games and fuck people trying to stick you into a metaphorical labelled shelf.

The world is a canvas. It's time to paint it. Walls, Cracked Skateboards, Cardboard boxes. Old tea saucers, broken minidisc players and suede shoes. Canvas, skin and bones.

Gna paint it all

There is a furious rage inside of me, darker corners of my soul still unexplored. Need to let it out with my pencil and my brush.

We are heading for unchartered waters, lift your anchors and sail them all.

There is a joy, a joy in everything that we can see. A balance between the dark and the light.

It's a tightrope walk...a thin red line. Better not fall off.

love,

Zeroe



I also wanted to thank all the people who have given me so many kind words, critique, encouragement or simply looked at my stuff. I appreciate more than you know. Gna keep working strong.