Mountain |
The pine trees laced the mountain trails like a thread sewn on the seams of an old winter sweater. Intricately sewn. With great precision and tender care. They stand stronger than the boulders. The mo...
Posted by on Mon, 21 Dec 2009 22:43:00 GMT |
In nomine patri, et fili, spiritus sancti... |
"for god so loved the world he gave his only begotten son..."and along came everything so beautiful, and along came everything so vile.and along came grace and along came clumsy. and ofcourse, along c...
Posted by on Sun, 20 Dec 2009 22:31:00 GMT |
wooooweee, what a predicament. |
I don't know whether to like Glenn Beck....or to hate him.His written stories are great, but he's also very annoying sometimes.-pascua
Posted by on Wed, 02 Dec 2009 23:45:00 GMT |
Saints and Demons |
I love how a few can point out the flaws that are commited around them....then roll these flaws into an immense yet useless issue.But Ignore their own flaws entirely without the slightest approach of...
Posted by on Fri, 02 Oct 2009 18:55:00 GMT |
grudges |
death to idealism: I have an interesting question for you.one that you may be get upset over but none the less its an interesting one in which I can not escape my urge to ask itwill you answer my ques...
Posted by on Fri, 04 Sep 2009 14:27:00 GMT |
Primordial |
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Posted by on Fri, 05 Jun 2009 22:55:00 GMT |
Stranger in a stranger's land. |
Cameron Park sits between two schools. Cameron Elementary to it's left and West Covina High to it's right. The excited sounds of elementary laughter and highschool chatter collaborated into one big Bo...
Posted by on Thu, 12 Mar 2009 21:20:00 GMT |
Creasing the Frontier |
You see, when I close my eyes tight enough, I begin to see lines. Lines of brilliantly translucent variant colors. Or, like the stitching lines on an old couch pillow that smells like my cat. Or ...
Posted by on Tue, 30 Dec 2008 10:34:00 GMT |
pocket contents |
"The King had a dream, but he forgot what it was, so he told his wise
men to interpret the dream or they would die.
Only Daniel could interpret it, because he was a prophet."
I've got gravel ...
Posted by on Thu, 13 Nov 2008 05:06:00 GMT |
tinkling of the piano goes.... |
words, of course gather in your head like memories along with so many different things.
The tinkling of the piano keys you don't even know how to play, the words that were said to you that you th...
Posted by on Fri, 17 Oct 2008 01:09:00 GMT |
