Rebel Rules: They really don’t care if you break their rules

When this dream is dreamt, does the dreamer repent his desire for sex and violence, does he fold the hills and buildings, the gentle skins and car-crash bed-heads into felted pouches and file under Business Unfinished? to be taken up on the next incarnation. Will he pat the pockets of his midnight coat? locate a note reading: “Redeemed: 1 soul. Returned to the substance of shadows” and shall he ask, “is that the measure of existence?”


CONTINUE READING

. . . it could change your life.


>Location when written: Empire Hotel, Jerudong Park, Darussalam, Brunei<
>Music I was listening to: Killing Joke ~ Love like blood<

© Rod McRiven 2017

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