FORWARD FROM A MAD MIND
Being a maniac, and a mad man as well,
adventuring further into the future
and living in the past of some shadow,
And the alter egos, abandoned,
changed quickly from friends to enemies.
Ignore their whispers.
Suddenly a man with a superman cape stepped out from behind the big curtain.
No wrinkles on his face and waving an American flag,
singing "Smells Like Teen Spirit" while smashing a guitar.
Finally, Rock & Roll! Love and Apocalypse!
The Astronaut agreed.
I had a dream and indeed believed in creating and chronicling nightlife,
as it happened From 2003 to ???
Specifically Clau, Purgatory, the speakeasies, the private parties, the big bashes,
the after hours, and of course, the orgies (just kidding).
Cincinnati, Miami, Vegas, LA, Chicago, Atlanta, New York...
A Newspaper for the Nightworld.
Read about everybody: the big winged creatures,
the scruffy bottom feeders, the sex mongers, the humanoids and the amorous robots.
Not knowing who I was or what I wanted to be...
I lived in a world of fantasy, a land of nightmares and daydreams.
"Don't you see???"
In the end, in the dark, alone.
"Why not let me be me?"