This city we called home, we fastened our seat belts for the speeds we have outgrown.

The sound of church organs echo as if a thousand angels themselves were singing, angels tainted with lust and greed and are all in need of a nightly fill of the sick and ill, the hunger of a sexual appetite beckoning to there call, all the fields and plains of love destroyed with a sound, the mankind in awe of the vibrant sin, something so great and a better feeling within, the act of murder, rape feeding the feeling of oppression, alive to fight but fighting to stay alive

Brisbane Museum 

Shot in a dark crowded smoking area

My salutations, good evenings, nights and bed times, I tip my hat to the snake and the rose vine. Why? Failure screamed out her name, these drugs, the embodiment, all there was left was this:

“Look like the innocent flower, but be the serpent underneath.”

- Lady Macbeth

Macbeth by William Shakespear

Red Hill

East Brisbane