broken english |
I see myself blinded by ambiguity. anxiously awaiting approval. i shove to the front. fury obviously not faring well. slow own, pull over.. i don't trust myself. Tick tock, time trussels through my b...
Posted by on Wed, 23 Jan 2008 07:58:00 GMT |
I’m raining tears. |
I wrote this a long time ago, but I still like it.My chest thumpsThen skips a beatI know that look in your eyesThat lures without hesitationAnxiously awaiting the arrival&yetAnticipation soon departsU...
Posted by on Mon, 26 Nov 2007 11:53:00 GMT |
Lubricious |
O sweet spontaneous earth how often have the doting fingers of prurient philosophers pinched and poked thee ,has the naughty thumb of science prodded thy ...
Posted by on Wed, 14 Nov 2007 16:33:00 GMT |
What temperature does air freeze at? |
I to want take my head and cut it open extra wide. Want to examine oh the thoughts that seem to cricle inside. Electrocute my thoughts or put my self on stand by. I'm so over, I'm so over...Let's open...
Posted by on Thu, 19 Oct 2006 13:24:00 GMT |
Gello, Hoodbye |
I'm entering a frame bombarded by indecision Where a man like me can easily let the day get out of control Down this far in the quarter I'm pushed hard upon the border But, I'd rather be caught 'round...
Posted by on Sun, 01 Oct 2006 22:21:00 GMT |
sex in your mouth. |
Creation seems to come out of imperfection. It seems to come out of a striving and a frustration, and I think this is where language came from. I mean, it came from our desire to transcend our isolati...
Posted by on Sun, 17 Sep 2006 19:45:00 GMT |
Re: 2005FA-PSY-110-C-l: Re: 2005FA-PSY-110-C-l: |
This is the Central Scrutinizer... Joe has just worked himself into an imaginary frenzy during the fade-out of his imaginary song. He begins to feel depressed now. He knows the end is near...
Posted by on Wed, 12 Jul 2006 21:27:00 GMT |
march 25th 2006 ish. |
she come around here about midnight she come around here about midnight make me feel so good every night about midnight come around make me feel alright walking down the street she knock on my door co...
Posted by on Sat, 10 Jun 2006 10:49:00 GMT |
i masturbate to portishead. |
Ohh, can't anybody see we've got a war to fight never found our way regardless of what they say how can if feel, this wrong? from this moment how can it feel, this wrong? Storm.. in the morning ligh...
Posted by on Sat, 10 Jun 2006 10:42:00 GMT |
Restoring the Balance. |
Wow. Raisin toast really rocks my world hard. so good. almost too good. i was caroussing through my library of musical files (well mostly james') after i had decided that i could no longer sit here in...
Posted by on Mon, 05 Jun 2006 21:54:00 GMT |
