playing pool at the GB |
so, as the title suggests, i was playing pool at the GB hotel in richmond last friday night. all the cool kids hang out there, dressed like sailors in their sailor shirts and big bushy beards or pedop...
Posted by on Mon, 18 Aug 2008 00:26:00 GMT |
imagine if we all wanted less instead of more. |
Alive in the land of the dead. They eat dead food with false teeth. Their buildings have false fronts, their radio and television stations broadcast dead air. They kill time as spectators of false ima...
Posted by on Thu, 31 Jul 2008 21:48:00 GMT |
morning |
It’ll be in the morning. The sky will be orange bleeding into red and crimson. The clouds will be silver edged and as still as a painting. I’ll be in a car driving upwards, away from the c...
Posted by on Sat, 05 Apr 2008 05:23:00 GMT |
in my world i am safe from others. in others i find love, which will slip away to pain. |
some people can adapt to change. others are so reliant on what and where they have known that the beach themselves like whales in a world so foreign that they are unable to even get back to where they...
Posted by on Thu, 27 Mar 2008 23:57:00 GMT |
content of my daily life |
Is looking away the very thing that is not permitted? Where can you go to find silence and solitude? Not white noise, but pure silence? Not loneliness, but gentle solitude? How often have you stopped ...
Posted by on Mon, 24 Mar 2008 03:11:00 GMT |
