[hot mes] -adjective1.When ones thoughts or appearance are in a state of disarray but they maintain an undeniable attractiveness or beauty.
2.
a derogatory term describing a situation, behavior, appearance, etc. that is disastrously bad. Think "faux pas" but times ten. Possible origin is literal (think, steaming dogpile).
London Calling
Riding this chaotic shit storm called the U.K.
Chaotic?
I should be more precise. Constructive chaos is the war cry of the people here.
I met a man so immersed in his art that he had taken the human aspect out of the picture completely. He only conversed in Fibonacci sequence, drawings of sacred geometry, and symbolic hand gestures.
Sex, poetry, iconic pagan architecture, cobblestone roads, drugs, cider, tiny hats, and mighty facial hair.
Have you ever been to a bar where their shittiest beer was free? This beer made me feel as though the pederast at the other end of the bar was trying to drug me in hopes of playing doctor in the back of his van, whilst spouting quotes from the N.A.M.B.L.A. sacred leaflets.
Yeah..... It was that bad.
When I was 3 my Aunt asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up. I replied "a clown".
Well..... after spending sometime here, I got what I wanted.
The advertisements here are a bit off.
if you lay in the street
you can hear it humming
filling up slowly from underground
if you close your eyes
you can observe the blue prints
the man-made DNA that spirals
breathlessly out of control
as synapse collapse
bridges snap
into a restless utopia"
One thousand moonlit kisses
can't sweeten this bitter taste
My desire for you is endless
and I'll love you 'till we fall
I just don't want you no more
and that's the sweetest embrace of all
The advertisements here are a bit off.
I'm losing myself to this old city, one coin toss at a time and the coin is winning.
"The city's all wrapped up in plastic
like an electronic cocoonif you lay in the street
you can hear it humming
filling up slowly from underground
if you close your eyes
you can observe the blue prints
the man-made DNA that spirals
breathlessly out of control
as synapse collapse
bridges snap
into a restless utopia"
One of my dreams were realized the other evening
to the somber madness that is The Tiger Lillies.
Deeper into the hole I go.
I don't know where this journey will take me.
But, as the great Dr. Thompson spewed into what is now mediocre drug induced pop culture....
"Buy the ticket, take the ride",
and I sir am down with that devil.
Europe 1 - US 0
Our time is done my love
We've laid it all to wasteOne thousand moonlit kisses
can't sweeten this bitter taste
My desire for you is endless
and I'll love you 'till we fall
I just don't want you no more
and that's the sweetest embrace of all
Goodbye America.
And thanks for everything.
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