3 |
the only thing that makes sense is to leave,the foundation is rotting,the pipes are leaking, the building is eating itself alive,
the heart of the matter,the blood, the meatis severed by a cold distan...
Posted by MAX POWER on Fri, 28 Mar 2008 08:01:00 PST |
fluff |
In the hallways, hoooo! Sooo tight, what in tarnation (that reeks of racism). Every last one of them though, thick and thin, tall and small and all of 'em just pressed so nicely into frame...
Posted by MAX POWER on Tue, 26 Feb 2008 07:15:00 PST |
teethstaingone |
Self pity is a very un-becoming quality, very unattractive. Not only is it the epitome of personal weakness but true self pity (not just your run of the mill self-loathing) is most reprehensible...
Posted by MAX POWER on Tue, 26 Feb 2008 04:54:00 PST |
flak |
Getting more difficult every day, but it was expected, so smiling despite the colder and colder mornings (despite the longer and longer days) we, though I would be more appropriate, we, unfortunate te...
Posted by MAX POWER on Mon, 25 Feb 2008 07:03:00 PST |
jeez |
who is where, what is how, question or statement, punctuation, i misplaced a stack of names and now am forced to communicate through poor metaphors, oh wo and wa, so many unknowns, should build a tele...
Posted by MAX POWER on Wed, 17 Oct 2007 09:05:00 PST |
sdkjdlk |
should i be suprisedanymoreby the ciruitous natureof, wellof everything,how unpleasantly vaguethat feelsagainst my earsbut it isalways coming backalways finding the tangentpulling us backinto this dis...
Posted by MAX POWER on Fri, 28 Sep 2007 01:30:00 PST |
heroin is for assholes |
What fucking noob (strange?) fucker sits on the fence picking inch worms off the cherry tree sucking on ripe fruit. There was a grape vine somewhere in the past, green or purple or both, in a large ba...
Posted by MAX POWER on Thu, 19 Jul 2007 08:02:00 PST |
SEX!!!! now that I have your attention |
So we say, Hey! light up the fire and warn the choir the tank is empty and father's in drag
so they said, Wait! that's my robe on the pyre caught the updraft floats higher than the embers and as...
Posted by MAX POWER on Fri, 29 Jun 2007 08:02:00 PST |
da daaaa daa da da |
lifeless in the high roomlittle insect tries to hoverbetween steam and twirling metalpulling mist into the rafters,still the morning was forgottenas the dream became extended,it bought another seasoni...
Posted by MAX POWER on Wed, 30 May 2007 11:21:00 PST |
acceptance |
I don't know what to call it; all the words which would have seemed appropriate before fail to carry the weight (and therein lacking of) of the experience (yet another word failing to make it's mark),...
Posted by MAX POWER on Fri, 04 May 2007 05:20:00 PST |
