by Ash | Jun 19, 2010 | The Prophets
I wear the mask of a manic harlequin to hide the tears of a poet; If you look carefully at my pictures, you’d find me hiding in the palette; Let me tell you of a king that is almost human without his posse of testicle-licking parrots; On a good day, he is a... by Ash | Jun 16, 2010 | The Prophets
Lady Justice… I know who stole your eyes… They are the ones who stole mine too. Let me tell you where they are, for the ones who offend me, offend you too…. Son-Inya Black and Emm-Onia Brown are the harlots that you must slaughter… Shave them... by Ash | Jun 15, 2010 | The Prophets
When God dies, I grow a little bit smaller… and I grow very, very bitter. I become spiteful, angry, resentful.. I am without compassion. I become a monster filled with vengeance… sadistic, tormented, incapacitated … I am without mercy. It leaves a... by Ash | Jun 15, 2010 | The Prophets
Have I told you how bad I’ve been lately? Telling a lie over and over; each time the web spins around the wheel the lie gets bigger and bigger. Have I told you how cruel I’ve been lately? I’ve cut everyone with a carefully calculated aim right into... by Ash | Jun 13, 2010 | The Prophets
The truly creative mind in any field is no more than this: a human creature born abnormally, inhumanly sensitive. To him, a touch is a blow, a sound is a noise, a misfortune is a tragedy, a joy is an ecstasy, a friend is a lover, a lover is a god, and failure is...
