Friday, September 19, 2014


your teeth hurt. too much candy. your body hurts. too much soda. September feels like August. the heat bubbles your soul, a soul empty and spent with rage. you can't stand it anymore. you can't stand. your personality is lost amongst your masks. he is there. he is the extra. he's been where you've been. you are lying in a gutter. figuratively. and literally. he is the hope. he is the answer. he gives you the power. he is the universe. he is the phoenix risen again. he made me type this right now.


happy weekend



Cheeky Minx said...

Is it merely coincidence that I also uttered, "I can't stand this anymore" as I was watching?!

I can soothe your aching body. Just sayin'... :*

the late phoenix said...

cheeky: to one who can't stand the Fua video anymore, he says: FUA!!! thank you for the visit, my sweetness, it was a long, rough, lonely weekend. yes, yes, anytime, anytime, come up and email me sometime :)

Jules said...

How sweet.
Quite frankly, I'm with him every step of the way. :)

the late phoenix said...

juli: he is sweet, isn't he? drunken wisdom, in vino veritas, the ancients were onto something, they are the ancients for a reason. it's hard to stand up when you're drunk, though. with Hell Dust you don't remember standing up again *)