'Three Elevens [The First Door]'

The backdrop was geopoltical ‘Chaos’. Or so it seemed. Corporates warring through the youth of crumbling nations; over, dust.

Strangest thing was, that the misguided puppetmasters somehow thought; they’d be exempt from their actions. True till the point found them, usually by their own ignorant hand. Fucking rookies.

It would take me forever to convey the surround, so instead I’ll try to be concise as I can.

For me personally (and my humble perspective is all I can offer), it became apparent that although my path lay betwixt; it lead somewhere fucking else.

‘Victory’ as it was considered in the fickle material fashion, though desired; I knew could only be at best, a checkpoint upon this path.

My sights were set beyond, I was looking for transcendance; a road home that I swear I could very nearly remember.

The evasive actions of detail, were the tempt; manifested always by that I perceived in beauty. Goddesses as gatekeepers, judges, jurors & exe-fucking-cutioners.

Still, I had to narrow the scope of my search; in spite of the fact the truth had been built in from point zero.

It all, seemed almost; irrelevant.

But cast me to the void & call me just the same; when I looked into her eyes I knew straight away, why I’d bothered.

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I’m a Graphic Designer and aspiring Writer from Nelson, New Zealand, currently living in Sydney, Australia. I am passionate, energetic and driven. My work tends to focus on the expression of my energy, and the perception of the energies I feel, see in the light, the situations and the people around me.

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