If you find yourself and you let it |
Troubadours lie awake at night too
troubled pries apart their consciousness
Although I don't claim to know one
All my friends are poets but
&nbs...
Posted by Diothalamus on Wed, 24 Oct 2007 06:30:00 PST |
Strange We Exist |
A strange four-fold foretold a tale
of fish stuck in barrels like cats in cradles
And strange possums noted my glare;
&nb...
Posted by Diothalamus on Wed, 24 Oct 2007 06:19:00 PST |
Fire Hydrant |
If lights weren't the enemy forever, they surely are now. This disaster is failing, and that's saying a lot. Fevers just aren't how they used to be. Instead of getting out of school ...
Posted by Diothalamus on Tue, 09 Oct 2007 07:06:00 PST |
if its sugar free, then its not tasty! |
slabs babble as grim stones chatter the subject matter of being free
timetables turn with aching urns that contain crab people with weasel bodies seamlessly
ice cold fluid that turns a blue-red when&n...
Posted by Diothalamus on Wed, 26 Sep 2007 07:26:00 PST |
it's the circle of |
we hit a bird with the car today. it went thump and thump again. it reminded me of elforanel. that is sad.
Posted by Diothalamus on Thu, 31 Aug 2006 08:10:00 PST |
The Stirring (Paranoia, cha cha cha) |
I left his apartment in my thread-bare corduroy suit, holding an apple in one hand and my cigarette in the other. The deal was ...
Posted by Diothalamus on Fri, 28 Jul 2006 03:51:00 PST |
good morning! |
i didnt go to sleep tonight.
why do my fingers smell like blood?
Posted by Diothalamus on Wed, 07 Jun 2006 05:06:00 PST |
ryals |
peepholes ish gorn ryedish vey das da voldput wen rust hoed secularlyunto endine shelfeggnoglet supperfiscal wensgrigate menthol peersonsa engrave us!toucan gribble gob enyur logput disnot makim enyur...
Posted by Diothalamus on Wed, 31 May 2006 11:55:00 PST |
streams of conciousness in a beauty parlor |
blackred stone glass mosaic filters vulture skyline eyes open staring waiting for a bite. the dictator gargles on rhetoric, blood clots and rotten apples fall from his mouth like shit from a dead dog'...
Posted by Diothalamus on Tue, 16 May 2006 09:50:00 PST |
"penguins do not fly!" |
a Penguin flew beside my window
to sing the song of the lilacs.
surely, this Penguin had ventured greatly
to hear the song of the lilacs.
he refused alms, which made me glad
i have little to spar...
Posted by Diothalamus on Mon, 01 May 2006 12:24:00 PST |
