The funny thing is I hadn’t any home ever, 

I have been running, I have always been running. 

I am running when I am ejaculating eternity inside a woman, 

I am running while sleeping, 

while getting a cold shower, 

I am running while vomiting every moonlit  night. 

I have been running perhaps since the day, I wanted to paint a forest but the page wasn’t enough to take it…

Only when I see some eyes… cinematic eyes… flickering eyes…

the time gets blurred. 

My destination is a deserted place of no humans…no stalwarts. 


run the hell out of here.

Painting by Jim Manning.