“ His room was a sickly dual-tone of crimson and charcoal, like an Untitled Rothko, the colours bleeding into each other horribly and then rather serenely. The overall effect was overwhelmingly unapolog… Moonshine Noire
“ We met one strange summerin a regular tangle of sticky websyou had the air of angels sweet but I--drowned with the damned spiritsin lava oceans fearing your--foreign static frequency and grey-green ey… Moonshine Noire
“ Maybe I should stop while I'm aheadNay, I swim with sea-demons no sweet summer tuned radioover my sunless desertscapehow does it burn without the sun? Moonshine Noire
“ ...few truly understood how disheartening it was to be cut off from worlds so strange and distant they remained to us fantasies rather than distant realities, too surreal and foreign to be touched. Th… Moonshine Noire
“ I could be the ceaseless mist that fogs your colourless eyes when you're lost in your universes. Moonshine Noire
“ All suffer and none should have to. But why not? If suffering makes life seem more real or more abstract, both circumstances are infinitely more bearable than the disturbing reality of mundane work-to… Moonshine Noire
“ (...) ha! what is hope? a butterfly in a boxof demons, and nothing escapes the darkuntainted, a mockery of politics and greedstamped with treason and dipped inmyths and force-fed brainwashinggoing off… Moonshine Noire
“ It was one of those sweltering summer days in which the air itself seems to decline as a haze suffocates the outside world. It is painfully bright whether you are looking up at that ball of burning hy… Moonshine Noire
“ As melancholia replaced the jarring of my invention, I sat.Unable to breathe in the smog I had created, unable to stand on my betraying legs, unable to howl at the heavens over my sordid soul.In this… Moonshine Noire
“ I could be the drumbeat in your chest like madness before a storm swirling restlessly. Moonshine Noire
“ Sometimes it can be as brutally overwhelming as a tidal wave flooding every orifice, the suffocation, the pressure, the immensity of this damnable depression like an ocean, unsurmountable. It swallows… Moonshine Noire
“ (...) pick up your axe, start at the rootsdon't miss the trunk, never forget:to end life truly and finallystart at the roots or end there. Moonshine Noire
“ The worst stories usually make you think: 'but nobody had to die'.These are called true stories. Moonshine Noire
“ You're the fly on the wall hearing all, seeing allears of a wall hearing all the secretsperhaps you're the vines creeping over the old abandoned mansion wallsdusty, soulless and deadbringing a certain… Moonshine Noire
“ I could be that tenebrous enigma that floods out your words with sighs and frustration. Moonshine Noire
“ A radiant full moon of silver hangs in the black sky, between the veils of misty clouds. Moonshine Noire
“ The locals died and shrivelled with the autumnal leaves as their plastic, seasonal smiles faded with the last of the holidaymakers. Moonshine Noire
“ The ocean cradles the bloodied moon in its aquatic arms like a mother holds her crying babe. Moonshine Noire
“ She loves filming and taking photographs. I can imagine her making beautiful films in France or India or somewhere with a gorgeously colourful culture. She somehow reminds me of my favourite place in… Moonshine Noire
