There is a place within the confines of our mind where we question the very nature of it. Try and peel away the layers and decipher the very meaning of it. Why it exists and the purpose it has in the great picture of life and the role it has for ourselfs. A truly simple and magnificently primitive thing that many bury behind cages and layers of fear and uncertaintity. A simple thing, lost in the confines of our mind. Never free, only seen with a chain of rules following behind limiting the true beauty of it. A glimpse of something we all have. Something we all share. Something many hide. And I ask you this, Why? 

By Matthew branton

The fiery destruction that consumes us today leaves it's ash that slowly dissipates from the gentle carress of the wind and the cold embrace of the rain till it leaves us a new beginning to grow in ways we may of otherwise never foreseen.  

By Matthew branton

Some things can never be undone, some memories never forgotten. The sounds forever to echo in our ears, the feeling forever tormenting our skin. The grave waits for us all but the grave shall never hold me. 

By Matthew branton

The flesh is cold and void of all it is to be human. A mask worn in a false attempt to walk among humanity. The smile you see hides that which truly lies inside. All that is known erodes from my consciousness leaving a blank slate and a heart of coals who's fire has gone out long ago. It knows no love, no peace, only darkness who's abyss I can't even fathom. Confusion replaced with certainty of absolute nothingness. I have become an empty vessel. There is no touch that brings warmth, no kiss which holds passion, no love that can find me, no soul that can guide me. I am simply nothing and lost forever.      

By Matthew branton

Built in fear and forged from science. A metal cage bearing the wrath of a fiery hell plummets to the earth without a sound or a conscious. It knows nothing of the destruction it will bring. 

The light blinding and greater then the sun. The lucky vaporized before there nerve endings could even sense the pain. The further from hell the slower they burned, leaving the scattered white bones poking through the ash across the city. The buildings that remain bear witness with shadows permanently etched into them of people who are no more. Truly this is hell.

A marvel of science built by the greatest minds who lacked the forsight to comprehend there actions. Hundreds of thousands perished in the pursuit of a false peace, driven by power and corrupted by greed. 

We can always argue who did what and this and that but in the end the simple truth remains. Humanity sadly never learns. Violence is easy, peace takes streangth and wisdom. But ultimately in the end the corruptness and greed and anger of few shall bring the end to many if not all. There will be blood and my heart will weep for the souls of many.

By Matthew branton

Driving hard and pushing the limits of adhesion isn't just about moving the controls in a precise way. A true driver connects with the car and feels her. It's like making love at every turn. You turn in and feel her respond through your legs and then your torso, she vibrates and moans as the traction struggles to remain through the apex and if you do it right and hold her study through the turn and respond to her needs as you flog her hard at corner exit your rewarded with a sensation in your loins you won't soon forget. Every turn is different and holds a surprise just like a womans curves. She's a sensual being, you must listen and feel her talk ever so softly. If you don't, trust me, you'll hear even an angel screaming in anger and that's usually when you end up in the wall. A true driver. Its more then just learned, it's felt. 

By Matthew branton