Table Surfing |
Nite Diner The nite diner sings all nite till the dawn, the dishes clang like tinsel bells from hell. Junkies and drunks argue in the distance for their petty squabbles are the only dignity they have left. As the time of shadows aproach they arrive to heat the liquid insanity and drive the needle home to a more tolerable and delighful reality. In the end the violence of their needs will ignite and they will explode as human volcanoes laying waste to brutal landscape of a dark nite of the soul. ... christine |
Free falling |
Portrait of Susan |