chaos

some days I can feel the desire for it engulf me. Some days I truly feel the ability to create it. Some misplaced trust. A little desire and a drink or two. And its all there.

Intellectual, physical, political or spiritual. Pick your poison.

I will fuck with your concepts, biases, beliefs and hopes and dreams. Raise them up on the draft of potential and dash them on the shoals of realpolitik.

just ask me