[G] baby

It sounds like the crackle of fireworks,

Just before they explode

When the waves crash onto the rocky shore.

The sea is majestic tonight,

The full moon hides behind clusters of mist

Yet it’s glow remains conspicuous.

His breaths, like the sounds of wild water

Deep, heavy, almost defining

As are his thoughts

That beat behind his ears like tribal mourning drums

He fantasises over a glass of red

And the sound of her voice

There’s no aphrodisiac like loneliness

I AM IMPUSLIVE!

I DO INDICATE MY FEELINGS SPIRIT AND CHARACTER

ON MY FACE

IN MY VOICE

AND IN MY ARTISTIC EXECUTION

I AM A MUTHA F*CKEN

E X P R E S S I O N E S T

Art is more than pretty pictures you moron

I will challenge what you say and forever argue my point. If you don’t hear me the first time, be sure I will shout the second. I believe everything is questionable, and in this world less than a quarter answerable. My constant analysis pushes me to the brink of insanity but keeps me wise. I never contradict, only complicate. I believe there is no argument between Science VS God, Science IS God. I believe in the soul’s endurance, the past life, the supernatural. Tears are the pain, the pleasurable and the anguish. The colour red can express all human emotion. Goosebumps are the cold, anxious and touched. Beauty does exist in the bizarre. Lust can be both regrettable and satisfying. It is not the fools who rush in, but the brave. I believe love cannot be measured quantitatively by the mere utterance of words. Only the truth holds the key to intimacy that is the creator of love, and truth is not what is said but what is done. But my pride does stand taller than any love or desire. To truly miss is to yearn for ones company and realise you are a better being when in their presence. Though I miss you I will not admit it, I am stubborn but to myself dignified. I believe Destiny is the inevitable.

I am your health

Your dream and nothing in-between

You know you wouldn’t want me any other way, so take me as I am

"G I A N N A "

GIANNA . GIANNA . GIANNA . GIANNA .

" G I A N N A"

Pleasure,

What of pleasure

The state or feeling of being pleased

Enjoyment or satisfaction derived from what is to one’s liking

An unexpected head job from the girl next door?

Taboo sex with your best friend’s boyfriend?

Hearing ‘I love you’?

Or watching yourself bleed (if you’re into that)?

Don’t confuse pleasure with process of enjoyment

What of pleasure?

Pleasure is the freedom from pain in the body

And from disturbance in the mind!