I'm not even quite sure yet. |
Something and here and for myself, and here.'stay here satyr'says options of a broken lip will fuse beneath the bones later later now stay closer here, forth come near and sit inside this child's gear... Posted by lauren on Wed, 25 Jul 2007 11:50:00 PST |
And now I need to think of a subject? What next? |
To speak of music music without this thing thingof something real of real of something something here.in listening. in some sort of communication. or an open line.Focus.There are connecti... Posted by lauren on Thu, 12 Jul 2007 11:43:00 PST |
Blenders, Bubbles, and Aeroplanes |
So here comes something that wants to come out and there will more than this singular thing...definetly ...many other little heads are just waiting for their space in the spotlight of the attention of... Posted by lauren on Mon, 02 Jul 2007 02:27:00 PST |
So... seeing yourself isn't always inviting, but it does something. |
This evening has peeled back my skin, to show underneath pink tissues that bleed and pulse. They whrithe and bleed vigorously reacting to these white peircing eyes of life. Cold and beautiful sufferin... Posted by lauren on Thu, 29 Mar 2007 11:06:00 PST |
songs for a thousand living particles. |
(recent lyrics)I stand while colorless vibration spreads softly underneath sheets of ice below methey illuminate in beatsthey multiply and breathe through my bodyI will hover quietly and be expanded i... Posted by lauren on Tue, 23 May 2006 12:55:00 PST |
May 6th 2006 |
I'll shift around something round, turning ovals into unrecognizable shapes and then multiply back into innumerable shores of spheres. When one dimension goes and digests the second the eating of chan... Posted by lauren on Tue, 23 May 2006 12:51:00 PST |
And it began... |
...in the stalls of a generic high school bathroom... And it was nearly finished, they had transformed back, and i was an onlooker... I found something on the ground after they had all vanished, and c... Posted by lauren on Fri, 21 Apr 2006 08:54:00 PST |
WHYAREYOUME |
Grey is a comfortable union between extremes, its a middle path, the natural consistency and communication of everything.
Why are you me?
I asked myself this, and everything around me, every ide... Posted by lauren on Tue, 11 Apr 2006 08:50:00 PST |
I guess we all want something impossible. |
I am tying to try, to vacumn this digestion of space. My head pushes through millions of other heads searching out a flash, a violence, a communal space to pour out bodies over flesh, and release spac... Posted by lauren on Mon, 06 Mar 2006 09:06:00 PST |
Those are not me. |
I've died once in myself. I just took off my body like I ease out of my clothes at the end of the day.
"Those are not me," they said.
And thus spake my body to me, and I nothing. ... Posted by lauren on Wed, 15 Feb 2006 05:19:00 PST |