Now and sometimes |
And here the tunnel with its dry urine floors, a stage for the accordion man who fills this underground train station with his accordion symphonies that argue, then laugh, then lament. But n... Posted by Stace on Wed, 14 Mar 2007 03:38:00 PST |
woes of a hapless whore. |
So I've had issues concentrating on everything. I'm paranoid about art (that somehow I can't paint anymore.. it happens often), about my career, about uni. Even my little winter groundhog-looking guin... Posted by Stace on Sun, 04 Mar 2007 06:35:00 PST |
For You, my 3:30am |
Everything's a learning experience. No one needs to tell me that I tell it to myself every day, every moment I make a mistake, every time I hate myself for repeating a history of screw-ups. But you ... Posted by Stace on Sun, 04 Mar 2007 06:30:00 PST |
growing. |
During the day, I sometimes fall victim to this weight of inactivity. Once I escape through the windows of my little home, lazily afloat over the same city that once seemed in such disarray from ... Posted by Stace on Sat, 03 Mar 2007 05:39:00 PST |
cant sleep? |
When I can't fall asleep I often imagine myself as a hot air balloon, my chest stretching and pulling upward, the rest of me waiting in familiar anticipation. Up and down, up and down; breathe in, fee... Posted by Stace on Sat, 03 Mar 2007 05:34:00 PST |
give, and then you may take. |
you'll be given love you have to trust it Posted by Stace on Tue, 20 Feb 2007 04:20:00 PST |
murder, anyone? |
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now.. maybe its just me, but this has to be a little worrying to someone!! ergh!
You scored as Murder. You would most likely kill someone, so watch out mr.anger management.
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Murde... Posted by Stace on Mon, 05 Feb 2007 07:22:00 PST |
a child's frustration |
An hour ago, just like every time I travel to the city, I passed the church that burned down in Chermside last year. It's the most beautiful and the most haunting landmark that we have in this pa... Posted by Stace on Wed, 31 Jan 2007 10:59:00 PST |
This Dark Veil |
And here it begins and ends...in surrender...When i stand to receive the blackveil of depression as my own.
Not passively, like a victim, but accepting it like gravity,a fact of life unchanged bymy re... Posted by Stace on Tue, 30 Jan 2007 06:48:00 PST |