Tuesday, December 22, 2015

In The Silence

We yearn for a quiet evening under the stars
To be free, naked, and alone.
To dance in the silence of the night.

To forget the progress of a tomorrow
We’ll never see.

The stars’ve come to their knees
Hoping to attain wisdom.

I’ll please the gods
This day.

Victor Millan

Wednesday, December 16, 2015

In my Rearview Mirror

Bad luck on the penultimate European car for taking it to the limit with the dirty American beast when he had a Yield coming off the off-ramp; and then pulling back at the last pussywillow testicular second only to get rear-ended ass up by the distracted cigarette sunglasses tailgating him in a smashingly plastic and smoking coolant rage.
Also, two women working their makeup to no difference almost hit my car on the way home today. Not counting the Yield imbecile having a breakdown.

I wonder what was up with Karma and Energy today.
Why were things so off with their angels letting them down this fine afternoon?

Victor Millan

Thursday, August 20, 2015



Absolute Census
The High-Tech Sector
Digital Line Tapping ~ Covert Missions ~ Hacking The Wire
Intelligence Organizations Bigger Than Big Brother Interactively
Communicating The Directions Of Global Affairs
The Leading Men Whether We Like It Or Not
Controlling The Press, The Chip & The Airewaves, Commerce
Control Of Censorship
The Newstates Of America’s Been Realized
The Manic Lens All Around Close-Up
Zoom Into The Eyedentification
CCTV Your Moment For The Records
DNA In The Processing File
Download In The Component Wireless
Track You By The Numbers Fiber-Net Style
Nanosecond Nanofractal Broadbandwidth Biometrics Etcetera
Banking Negative Your Profit/Prophet
Regulation Of The Export / Import Monies
Religion’s A Tool To Herd The Masses
Occupied Pacified Filling Charlatan’s Pockets With The Currency You Need
Distorted Truths And You Swallow It All The Same
Rational Science Explains God To A T

Tuesday, August 11, 2015

Tuesday, July 28, 2015


When is it that we’re really alive? Is it when our souls first greet their tragic silhouettes?
Is it waiting for us in our first and last breaths?
Is it when we speak the truth instead of lying to ourselves?
And what of the devil hidden in between lines and imaginary friends?
Is it when we’re desperate for the run before the crawl? For the murder on our fingertips, or the words we hastily scrawl?

Victor Millan

Friday, July 3, 2015


How weird is it we’d end up this way?
Dead love, dead eyes, dead mine - only for you, dead I.
Yours is a damaged soul, mine keeps asking Why?

Victor Millan

Thursday, July 2, 2015


It’s just another night of me sitting around – taking words, maybe not so bold maybe pointless but still throwing them on the wall to see who would say what about mettle and subtlety. And then without warning she rushes up on me and dances a burning one two cheek and I'm sent on a purple carpet to her beautiful cloud #9 . . . and this is exactly what my chaotic ‘I’ was in desperate need of.
And across the room a candle’s burning old but it’s much different from the familiar scent of black love at 12610 (one, twenty-6, ten).

So I kept writing til I was satisfied but something broke me and I went to pieces and my blood reached a boiling point mess so that I’d be no good at communication and right there I knew my day was done. It was time to rock & roll by myself with Ms. Mary Jane in the fiery haze and forget about the rain and the cold weather with the mother standing outside.
So I did what I do and I took my other notebook out and I free-styled for a while.

The candle eventually blew out but I still managed to smoke up some of the kind and write my frustrations away to never forget you.

Victor Millan