Forever 27

A gallery of beauty, delirious harmonies.
The perfect stay forever 27, the brave free fall into ecstasy.
Let go. Jump. Descend.

SHOUT! Just scream!! Let go.

Say hi to Grim Reaper for me; for he bypassed my return of saturn.
And as every other pathetic carbon based life form, I fear his encounter, so I don’t really mind his oversight.
He, the editor, forgot the typo that was me.
My existence then is the ink that should have never dried in the book of life.

They are forever 27.

Wow, art just visited me. I felt her presence.
She whispers. Tender kisses.
She tells me I don’t matter to many, but I matter to her.
I am her spawn.
Then I cry.

Filth.

Only the brave can join the 27 club.
The envy of those who stay behind, who never really get to shine.
Those who cling to life, and not let themselves free fall… fail to get as high.

So smoke a bit of death.
Connect, seduce and repeat.
They’ll never know the rest.