devilution.

adventures become scenery
scenery becomes vaccuum
vaccuum becomes sucky
sucky becomes licky
licky becomes sticky
sticky becomes freaky
freaky becomes scary
scary becomes adventure

dreamtime.

another town crumbles by, late in the day, under the haze of southern steam.
still tyres, still pavement, still the inexorable writhing of a million or more screaming for a fuck.
still meals and shots into oblivion in the hopes of evading the loneliness.
warm breezes abound in this oasis,
treachery and demons surround,
and the best of us rise to the occasion.
wars waged in dreamland,
sleeping soldiers still seek respite.
is it the days awake that are our rest,
our break into play and monotony?
it stands as such,
for this fade to black is short lived most nights,
serving only as a step through the stratosphere
and into the impeccable craft of lighting up the sky...