Fuck this subject line... |
Life is in fact a cornflake floating from the English Aisle. Ohms of passionate lies caress time which holds no bounds. Life is a figment of imagination within the confines of reality. Even ...
Posted by on Thu, 27 Dec 2007 00:46:00 GMT |
Im sure the gods know |
Laughter flows like a sea turtle in the midst of translucent waves creating a song for the tides. This time, however, the years form chasms of soullessness through beings which manifest a place of sur...
Posted by on Thu, 29 Nov 2007 08:57:00 GMT |
Drunken rambling ram |
Desires have manifested through beings which co exist in these rays of fermented reality throughout which no man can classify his right to be. Heaven becomes a feeling of hopelessness, creating from t...
Posted by on Wed, 05 Sep 2007 11:59:00 GMT |
Tucked away |
when happiness starts flowing into a stream of fragmented sunlight, and time becomes a tea leaf falling gracefully from the heavens, life is nothing more than a gingerbread man evaporating into sadnes...
Posted by on Tue, 04 Sep 2007 15:00:00 GMT |
