Random Tidbits |
So I've recently been swinging around in a jungle of thoughts, like an acrobatic monkey. I've read some new books and gotten into new art projects (I'll post pics in my portfolio sometime, I'm sure).... Posted by on Thu, 02 Jul 2009 22:43:00 GMT |
For all the people who know Robert. |
My lease at The Greenery ended in April. Robert offered a place to stay without rent if I helped fix up the house and volunteered as a live-in model for his photography. And may I state now that since... Posted by on Thu, 11 Jun 2009 16:53:00 GMT |
Zero Gravity |
Like the eye of a storm, I anticipatean onslought of explosions, a hurricane,a breaking down and rebuilding...I am on the edge of a great waterfall.I am about to be sucked out into space,standing with... Posted by on Mon, 08 Jun 2009 21:44:00 GMT |
Friends |
I remember back in my school daze, the teachers liked to assign a written description of what each student thought defined friendship. I'd put things like sense of humor. adventurous spirit, or being... Posted by on Tue, 02 Jun 2009 17:14:00 GMT |
Transference |
Nothing remains: not memory, not emotion, not knowledge, nor anything else that is a by-product of the chemical reactions that occur within the human brain. Nothing is saved , nothing stored for futur... Posted by on Sat, 23 May 2009 09:09:00 GMT |
My mind is full of questions, my house is full of lies... this is home. |
"I'm going crazy a little every day, and everything I wanted is now driving me away. I woke this morning to the sound of breaking hearts. Mine is full of questions and it's tearing yours apart." ... Posted by on Wed, 13 May 2009 16:56:00 GMT |
I love this poem right now. |
Tell me
not in mournful numbers,
life is
but an empty dream!
For the
soul is dead that slumbers,
and
things are not what they seem.
Life is
real! Life is earnest!
And the... Posted by on Thu, 30 Apr 2009 16:44:00 GMT |
My State of Mind |
as blue as the corruption in every soul as rough as an alcoholic's hands during rehab as lonely as the slippery descent into madness as tall as a General engaging a nuclear warhead as talkative as sac... Posted by on Wed, 29 Apr 2009 19:56:00 GMT |
All This Scheming . . . |
Blind assumptions based on misinterpretations,when both parties invent
patchwork quiltsto let fly from
flagpoles made of rickety stilts.
An acrid residue at the
base of ... Posted by on Wed, 29 Apr 2009 19:00:00 GMT |
a poem |
She wanted to keep him, she sought so roughly to stayBut how do you catch the wind as it ripples the waves?
It started with a coat. Such a lovely thingmade of leather sewn together in patchwo... Posted by on Wed, 29 Apr 2009 12:02:00 GMT |