forget it...just get it |
these months have past and i still think of youafraid of what an afternoon might donot quite sure how much is newand I've yet to let it go
a little strength is what i've been searchin fordon't want to...
Posted by on Thu, 18 Oct 2007 13:45:00 GMT |
whilst moving thru a mire |
tonight i had a memory that wasn't mine....the blue light of a blue cross--a neon notion--a brief flash from the imagination of other[edit]A hollywood hallucinationThe line...it blurs.What is mine?"On...
Posted by on Sun, 14 Oct 2007 18:35:00 GMT |
WASTOID! |
i:m drink vodkoand present rasberry as giftdo you know hwat my name?i love to dance and eat big green peakit kats are good alsowhen i come toamerica i learn about joe blowand his locomotive machinei h...
Posted by on Tue, 03 Apr 2007 23:44:00 GMT |
runnaround rabblerouser |
AYo! So, I've been in China less than 24 hoursand already been to the police station.It was lovely.Our attempts at communication were a sort of pictionary.When I say they don't speak English here....I...
Posted by on Thu, 29 Mar 2007 07:09:00 GMT |
dead end dreamer |
There is an autumn hue and she is wearing a beret. The hair that sweeps out from underneath is a devilish, deep maroon that makes her eyes look a brilliant and inspired green. A jade-colored sea. The ...
Posted by on Mon, 08 Jan 2007 01:56:00 GMT |
3rd Sex |
Her name is Tame.Fly as fuck and fully framed.As it happens, her so-called parents had hoped for a girl.When their child arrived with a penis, they were dissapointedto say the least.
One would think t...
Posted by on Fri, 29 Dec 2006 05:54:00 GMT |
coal |
nonorth starbloody buggeringupdate extraordinare.everyone is gone now and i'm spanning time.im losing my mind in this fucking placewaiting on a package from homechanged my mind about indiagoing to ban...
Posted by on Tue, 19 Dec 2006 02:14:00 GMT |
snow shoes and hunters |
Mi corazon occupadoA beehive bravadoI have run my courseSing aloud my lusty lullabyEscape the black for colored skyThe load I left has left me lighterWept neath a willow tree of winter My specie...
Posted by on Thu, 14 Dec 2006 01:08:00 GMT |
WaterLog |
Bloated and bobbing, a dead body bounces off the rocky shores of the Burmese boarder.
This is our introduction to Myanmar.
Beaten down
Then comes the contrast
A litte boy, brown and beam...
Posted by on Sun, 10 Dec 2006 02:50:00 GMT |
Lessons In Longitude |
She is sick again. "Its an odd macabre kind of existence. While the nights away in drinking, and fill the days with petty killing. Occasionally, drink out a day and then go and hunt al...
Posted by on Mon, 04 Dec 2006 05:41:00 GMT |
