considering the last post.... |
I think it's amazing how time works. What happens now is the moment, that's all we know and the only thing we can relate with eachother about. Even if two were to reminise of the past it's simply just...
Posted by on Thu, 13 Aug 2009 01:37:00 GMT |
blahness extreme! |
You walked into my life one day,
Without saying thank you or please.
You led your life of bliss, not leading and not dare to follow.
Even at this ungodly hour,
My tired mind just can't tire of yo...
Posted by on Thu, 13 Aug 2009 01:25:00 GMT |
Going For Broke. |
You told yourself it was the last time again, that you were your only friend. You couldn't take it anymore, like a clock thats much too slow.It slipped away, much to fast, like a family member from th...
Posted by on Tue, 14 Jul 2009 23:18:00 GMT |
Monologue from "Spun" |
I love this monologue by Micky Rourke in the Movie Spun, sad monologue by a tortured character."I remember the time, I tell ya... I was about...I was little, I dunno 4 or 5 years old, something like t...
Posted by on Sat, 11 Jul 2009 00:49:00 GMT |
another work in progress.... |
The airs to thick for me to disagree,I don't feel normal when you look at me.Damn the heat and the humidity.I feel I've melted in the scenery.Its like i've given you all my best. Mixing with the freck...
Posted by on Mon, 06 Jul 2009 02:42:00 GMT |
Dials (New song being written....I like it too! :D ) |
I've put Sixty-Thousand-Forty-Some miles, Under the tread of these four wheels and tires.Though my eyes become bleak, and the suspension will creak.I pray through the radio dials.Even though, through ...
Posted by on Sat, 04 Jul 2009 03:43:00 GMT |
too much whiskey(period) aka your crazy fucking smile. |
true love waits in haunted attics.
Posted by on Tue, 09 Jun 2009 03:06:00 GMT |
Mommas and Drumsticks |
My neighborhood keeps me awake at night.Its like every square inch of this gated, er prisoned community cries itself to sleep.People who just didn't know, what they were in for, or who they even where...
Posted by on Mon, 01 Jun 2009 00:55:00 GMT |
Convienence Stores - Buddy Wakefield |
Convenience Stores
by Buddy Wakefield
We both know the smell of a convenience store at 4 am like the backs of a lotta hands.
She sells me trucker crack (Mini-Thins[like Vivarin]). Doesnt make me...
Posted by on Fri, 15 May 2009 20:59:00 GMT |
more musak |
God damn the night time,with all the trickory and shadows.Reaching out for that body pillow.That stands in for you.I get up slow so I dont wake you, sneaking slow to the living room.I stare at the nig...
Posted by on Mon, 11 May 2009 02:45:00 GMT |
