Pancakes in the Morning (A fantasy) |
The Sheets smelled of hot fucking from the night before. I laid there, watching her as she slept, waiting silently for the sunshine to pour forth from her eyes and for a new day to begin. I liked her....
Posted by on Thu, 06 Dec 2007 17:37:00 GMT |
7.10.06 |
... This is the Kingdom of God. Know the right Words and you're in. But if you ain't got the code, then we ain't got the door... I woke up around 1. My back ached fr...
Posted by on Tue, 11 Jul 2006 04:28:00 GMT |
kill poem for the living |
she was just a pretty picture
an expensive suit was all it took to make her come with me
And when she came
a world died
and I was born again
Posted by on Thu, 29 Jun 2006 12:12:00 GMT |
Virus loves a Cure |
a new poem
Half the world's populationwill diewith tombstones labeledNICE
Another half diewith tombstones saying"I'm Sorry"
Then those of us who don't diewho will not perish
we write your tombstonesan...
Posted by on Thu, 22 Jun 2006 12:06:00 GMT |
horny girls |
from the whore your child will dropand from your child the mother will comethe milk feeds the synapse which brings the end of the death dreamand again we are one cloud in the Clear Mind
Posted by on Tue, 13 Jun 2006 09:36:00 GMT |
to the crying child |
your tears scream for laughter
your eyes rivers for the world's scorn
I am alive when my heart touchs yours
and with you I carry on
Posted by on Mon, 12 Jun 2006 10:05:00 GMT |
8/5/05 |
quieta calm rushmorning darkpavementthis is not importantnot like something you have to lie aboutnot like something that scares you because you don't want to let it go awaya druga womana frienda boya ...
Posted by on Sat, 06 Aug 2005 01:08:00 GMT |
stoned andd... |
dyingwatching the world collect below my feetrunning down a long corridor and sending messages of love to all the people I once knew. you can't stop me now and I'm stoned and dying on a cloud. ...
Posted by on Wed, 27 Jul 2005 02:12:00 GMT |
7/26/05 |
beauty breaks the heart and takes you to new strange places
sights sounds delirium sadness
too much
and I can't write since I left you
and music doesn't sound quite the same
but I want what i used to ...
Posted by on Tue, 26 Jul 2005 16:11:00 GMT |
insight |
Money, when taking out of the realm of have and have not, seems to me a game, in the alpha male tradition, of "mine is bigger than yours," a vie for dominance out of necessity. While he with money is...
Posted by on Sat, 29 Jan 2005 13:25:00 GMT |
