swish. sand. surreal. escape. |
Don't name it music. unless the face is wrapped in paint. encircling a flame. dancing to the beat of teeth. inside a blood stained drum.
Posted by on Sat, 04 Oct 2008 18:42:00 GMT |
we vote with mothballs |
Do you honestly believe your vote counts? Whether you vote Obama, McCain, or Tucan Sam it makes not the slightest difference. Your president has already been chosen. The "elections" are merely a cland...
Posted by on Mon, 28 Jul 2008 15:12:00 GMT |
sheep skin |
another failed attempt to stretch a coiled spineremnants of a schismatic mind now twist and cobblein dissonance; we hummed an elegy and yanked ourhearts from sleeve.forever countingcounter-clockwise.f...
Posted by on Sat, 12 Jul 2008 23:53:00 GMT |
manumited thoughts in days of moulting |
may I drink this septic cup that holds the aesthetics of earthand use your veil to filter the waste-it must be the pestilence on your breathe i tasteor the pallid bitterness of your sweatdance, dance,...
Posted by on Thu, 26 Jun 2008 10:19:00 GMT |
