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.