THE REDUCTION REACTION CATALYZED BY NITROGENASE. |
she spoke to me of ghosts, and hightened senses. i am still consumed by nightmarish visions of dead friends walking. i will never know her pained red fingers. a beautiful slipstream could send us whir...
Posted by Jon....F....W.... on Sat, 07 Apr 2007 03:09:00 PST |
a novice would garner faith. were his hands affixed. |
Young William the boldsitting silently at the end of the bar.good thing its dark in hereyou have really let yourself goto the wolves? to the dawn? an early grave?some would say. insensitive bastardsI ...
Posted by Jon....F....W.... on Fri, 23 Mar 2007 11:24:00 PST |
he is home alone, sick and sleeping. |
I have a friend. we have had sordid adventures. i bought a fifth, scaled the tribune building, called his name, he never came. we are the sound of many shadows. some are sad, some are sorr...
Posted by Jon....F....W.... on Thu, 15 Feb 2007 03:26:00 PST |
there is a light that never goes out. |
I stumble through space. there are meteors colliding. am i allowed to surface? with seconds wanting, they will find their own way. compound and worthless. there is nowhere left to land. did i spell th...
Posted by Jon....F....W.... on Thu, 15 Feb 2007 03:13:00 PST |
there is happy here. |
Spontaneous, i like that. i like the song as well. the way it compounds in the corner. you're handing me change. be it a new sound, another round, or some other form of damage. the lady is home deep i...
Posted by Jon....F....W.... on Wed, 31 Jan 2007 10:22:00 PST |
WOMAN. this might just make us or break us. either way, im glad you're along for the ride. |
i was confronted by obscene visions of past mistakes. mistakes i have certainly paid for with skin blood and bone. scars will never heal, these reminders remain with me through the thick the thin the ...
Posted by Jon....F....W.... on Sat, 20 Jan 2007 03:11:00 PST |
i am a lizard, such as it is. |
there is a level of humidity here that keeps me locked in a solitary position. i cant move to save these legs. gang green is setting in, i fear for the lives of those around me. if the son burns ...
Posted by Jon....F....W.... on Sun, 31 Dec 2006 08:57:00 PST |
stipulation of the wicked. |
i welcome the change of seasons. i call for the death of winter. spring, please give me the breath of life. i want spring to enter my lungs with bravado. there may be hope for me yet. this winter has ...
Posted by Jon....F....W.... on Wed, 13 Dec 2006 11:24:00 PST |
skin graft? no, just more of the same. |
there will come a day, when the minds eye finally accepts the importance of aptitude in relation to surrounding oneself with positive vibrations. no more of these late night hunts for pain and sufferi...
Posted by Jon....F....W.... on Fri, 08 Dec 2006 02:38:00 PST |
blinded by two dimensions. |
that empty bed was colder than normal this afternoon. the clock read three thirty when i finally found the nerve to open my eyes. you were gone, no doubt off on another one of your adventures. while i...
Posted by Jon....F....W.... on Sat, 02 Dec 2006 04:34:00 PST |
