addictus

My newest addiction is a monk with beads. D avatar of common man in cold bonsai city. his impenetrable robe is porous with burns from incense sticks. he is formidable, charming, shallow with heart wrenching sense of chivalry. he is charred, disparate, unforgettably poor. but there is solace in all the oriental talk- the talk may not be real but emptiness is. he is a monk waking up with dreams, walking in circles repeatedly and rust iron locked beneath that robe. his chanting voice is like a tiger's growl in the morn, hands like a teddy's cuddle in the nigh and he smells of an old oak in the rain. hence...