My soul has died in Soho.

And my liver has been smashed by rocks.

Chomping and slushing gullet and aching knees. 

Frantic and fantastic days, to gain the ultimate freedom.

Warm fog and sun beat upon and canvas black leather,

underground.

underground.

Straight to Piccadilly Circus.

I am losing my balence, desperately trying to cling to the yellow bars of the

Northern Line. 

Was moves and disintegrates in the stomach?

What fuel fills the tank?  

Guinness, Heineken, Carlsberg, Stella, Red Stripe, Moosehead, Strongbow, Fosters,

Whiskey- Jameson, The Famous Grouse, Wild Turkey, Gin and Tonic- Bombay, Bafferts,

Jupiter Green Organic and Mercury London Dry. 

Underground

Underground

Straight to Camden Town.

And with this haze the music that sings so deep into the soul

and makes men go wild.

Groups of fat German bastards

and pale Frenchmen.

and a flash of darkened, calm Spaniards.

For it is Europe

and it a strange world.

But it is a true world.

And it was a true city.

A righteous monument to what the human man wishes to be; and becomes.

Freedom.

An embrace of all things right.

Encased in Music, and theater, and art.

The writers write, and the dancers dance.

It is modern beauty, and ancient history.

It is wise, and it knows of the true nature of the human spirt

and the human mind.

It understands the rules

and brakes them to the edge.

The young are beautiful and the old are wise

and they all know.

London.

Europe.

What you were, what you are, and what you shall become,

is only a testament to your beauty and your vitality.

You are one of a kind.

And I am glad you shared it with me. 

Anonymous said: WOW @ tumblrdatinggame(.)com WTF is this.. my little brother's roommate is on this and I think I saw you too lol

what is the “this” you speak off? do you mean tumbler? 

In London, wont be blogging for the next two weeks. :)