Part of reality, i think |
The spectacle is now a formation of images through which we glance at the unfolding world. The spectacle creates for us an endless stream of breakaway thoughts through which we try to understand... Posted by on Tue, 14 Aug 2007 02:02:00 GMT |
Post craving |
Pain distinct from other emotions creates a certain hate in the most sensuous of creatures. I wish to follow this pathway of discovery but it leaves little to the imagination. A short shift thru... Posted by on Mon, 30 Jul 2007 17:15:00 GMT |
TIME?? |
The switch is on at the moment.I meet great people who want nothingmore than to make great musicfor people to dance to. I feela need that can only be decribed aswanting to dance. Walkingin... Posted by on Tue, 17 Jul 2007 12:52:00 GMT |
Masterminded Charlie |
Fools fall in love with nobodybut themselves. Leaving nothingto no one to get in the way. Dancingthe dance that leaves us all sway.I wander outside of the worldfor a while. Little by littl... Posted by on Tue, 03 Jul 2007 09:32:00 GMT |
I stole it!!!! |
1-2-3 If you close the door, the night could last forever Keep the sunshine out and say hello to never All the people are dancing and they're havin such fun I wish it could happen to me But if you cl... Posted by on Fri, 29 Jun 2007 18:40:00 GMT |
Constalation |
We walk occasionally throughthese fucked up messages. I drink and think i feel that there is one moment when iknow that i am them. It is all a lie that we give to ourselves inhope of comfort.&nb... Posted by on Mon, 11 Jun 2007 16:52:00 GMT |
oh |
oh Posted by on Sat, 19 May 2007 18:58:00 GMT |
Nymphomation overdrive |
Sex blunders slip esoterically intothe minds of wasted talent.We drinkWe sleepWe fuckWe walkWe never talkI think the angels blessed us withsensible natures and free will. Weloose the dream that ... Posted by on Fri, 18 May 2007 04:57:00 GMT |
Once a stranger, once a friend, now an enemy |
We met on a dark nightwhilst dancing in the sea.I fell on you with open armsan the water gathered on us.We walked and talked with a dream like quality.I liked the way your hairdrifted in the morning s... Posted by on Sun, 13 May 2007 16:19:00 GMT |
Past, Futurism |
I switch on the radio and listen to the silentmurmerings of a deejay on sleep patrol.It's late and i should be asleep with thefigment lying beside on this night.I cannot sleep because i fear that i wi... Posted by on Fri, 11 May 2007 02:18:00 GMT |