Home is where the HURT is….

“In every colour there’s the light.
In every stone sleeps a crystal.
Remember the Shaman, when he used to say: “Man is the dream of the dolphin”.”

… Enter my abode. Here lies cigarette pack number twenty-two. And watch your step, that’s the pizza left over; the grainy stuff on the floor is the grass that escaped my fingers when I rolled. Those are paintings out of a grey horror story on the walls, and that’s the music you’ll never hear– and somewhere in the midst of that four legged instrument you’ll find Justice. And yeah- there right there is Mala D lol! Not malady- PJ (most women know what that was about)… welcome to my hell whole aka hole; wanna stay in? or wanna come?!