Abandon hope, etc.

On earth there is no heaven, but there are pieces of it.



Sadly how we’ve all become, what we feel, see, touch everyday. We see death everyday starving everyday.
The strong only survive rule is bullshit. A lie a hope a dream. You die you die and you’re dead your gone you’re burned you’re buried you’re dead. That’s it. That’s all. No sickness and no more memories you walk on as humanity thinks it’s still better than you or I wish. But this is no dystopian movie or a novel you have read. Where the gathering places of human beings reek of stink, piss & shit. So you keep on moving, keep living.


Abandon all ye who enter here.


This is what hell looks truly looks like. This is what hell is.

Abandon hope, etc.

Abandon love, etc
Remain a vacant nothing or you shall surely perish.



The Poem Remains

A Journal 2046


An after-thought

After life after all

After death

Long after
The cities

The ruins

The fall

The dust

Long after

All the stars,

The lights have

Gone out

In the sky

The poem



September, 2030 ~ The Future Is …



The Future is Coming

“The future is dark, which is the best thing the future can be, I think.”

— Virginia Woolf, Diaries (January 18, 1915)

What Are You Going To Do ?


I think I’ll have another glass of whiskey

And surrender