Sslog 16: The Exploding Girl |
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Posted by on Sat, 25 Jul 2009 02:11:00 GMT |
Plog 38: Refrigerating love. |
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Posted by on Thu, 02 Jul 2009 00:08:00 GMT |
Plog 37: Why do I always get on the wrong end of trains? |
Why do I always get on the wrong end of trains?
My heart is filled with tunnels
And in them people travel, all of them
Unfamiliar, but their ringtones are the
same.
Mi...
Posted by on Wed, 24 Jun 2009 00:09:00 GMT |
Sslog 15: Apple. |
Apple.
It was Tuesday, the day after her father
had gone. The phone rang while they were having dinner and the girl jumped up
to answer it. She said Walker
residence in her best voic...
Posted by on Wed, 24 Jun 2009 00:07:00 GMT |
Plog 36: little pieces |
little pieces.
i was a rubiks cube
and didnt even understand myself
let alone you
and your hands that gently
rearranged
little pieces
of a body born tangled.
...
Posted by on Wed, 17 Jun 2009 01:21:00 GMT |
Plog 35: Ill leave when the rain stops. |
Ill leave when the rain stops.
It rained so much that in the morning
The trees in the street were still weeping
While the fox spirit took a bride.
And as I drove away from ...
Posted by on Tue, 28 Apr 2009 18:30:00 GMT |
Plog 34: The fire flickered behind my eyes. |
The fire flickered behind my eyes.
I had a dream
I was somewhere impoverished
Somewhere that still feared
Wild dogs, policemen, fire.
I fell into my dream
Like a roa...
Posted by on Thu, 23 Apr 2009 14:59:00 GMT |
Plog 33: Amazing Sex Lifee |
This is something new for me, so I hope you kinda like it. Ready? Spam Poetry!Yeah? You take spam emails and make them into poetry !? !? [that exclamation/qurestion mark is called an interrobang by ...
Posted by on Wed, 15 Apr 2009 00:54:00 GMT |
Plog 32: The spare bed. |
The spare bed.Theres a red stain leaking into my shirt.I think it might be vodka. I hope sheDoesnt notice, while I sit here and flirtBut its glaring, like my hand on her kneeSpreading, touching whe...
Posted by on Wed, 08 Apr 2009 15:24:00 GMT |
Sslog 14: The house adrift on the sea. |
The house adrift on the sea. (Transatlanticism) The Atlantic was born today. And Ill tell you how. The clouds above opened up. ...
Posted by on Sun, 08 Mar 2009 23:13:00 GMT |
