The Operator and Machine |
It is a machinethats and this is the way it workssome parts make a fussdo you understand it's half of the whole?It is a machinelet us say somethings about itlet us disagree until we speak the same thi...
Posted by Invisible on Invisible on Tue, 29 Jan 2008 04:48:00 PST |
always distance the lonely |
Here is a beautiful daywhere we sleep undergrounddreaming underneath warm grey skiesshe swims pastand we waketo find a beautiful dayfor the rain, wind, and sun to explodeand lift eyesto take a peakat ...
Posted by Invisible on Invisible on Tue, 29 Jan 2008 04:37:00 PST |
Because that’s the way it goes |
la da da da daa and that's the way it goes la da da da daa swans songs I'm countingin damaged lungsswim with old friends to trade for new ones Slow reader listen wait please hold onI'd like to find ou...
Posted by Invisible on Invisible on Tue, 29 Jan 2008 04:29:00 PST |
Anything for Free |
Anything for FreeI'm Freewith other ideas of being freeJust Me and MeCollecting Opinions and beliefs to share with NobodyIs this feeling truelet's do whatever we want toand whatever we want, we can do...
Posted by Invisible on Invisible on Tue, 29 Jan 2008 04:27:00 PST |
Living in Comfortable |
This is how it feels to live in comfortablewhere we can complainand have anythingI have a jobI have two free days of my lifeand I'm comfortablearguing politicswe're allowed to argueand eat anythingto ...
Posted by Invisible on Invisible on Thu, 27 Dec 2007 02:46:00 PST |
Underwater |
Bright bright scar, the beauty you ware, pressing hands threw the splinters in skin.You're imperfections are perfect. Was it youth when they mistreated you, semen tastes just as ugly and we want more....
Posted by Invisible on Invisible on Thu, 27 Dec 2007 02:38:00 PST |
Believe |
Mr. where red covers redI see you followinghorns around every cornerMr. where fallen angels weepis that you watchinghigh above, behind the starsthe black had many faceswith white skullsmoving aboutin ...
Posted by Invisible on Invisible on Thu, 30 Aug 2007 03:43:00 PST |
Holding Hands in Palms In Hands |
I knowthis might be nowfill empty circles with unknown weightmemory lays on memorywhile busy hands wrap themselves threw hairI knowI'm just a loverbut you think I'm a creepI'm just a good loserbut mos...
Posted by Invisible on Invisible on Wed, 29 Aug 2007 03:05:00 PST |
There is feces on my celling. |
It's been about two days since I've noticed it. I live in a basement with low ceilings that I covered in plastic sheets. This way, when dust and grime get knocked loose from people walking above me it...
Posted by Invisible on Invisible on Fri, 29 Jun 2007 03:10:00 PST |
A night with a dance floor |
What's that? I turned around after a good shove from some drunken oaf. "If you mess with this guy/" I turned around and took a good look at the paris hiltons and other white caps. Then I walked away s...
Posted by Invisible on Invisible on Mon, 09 Oct 2006 08:21:00 PST |
