Ssssssand Dewwwwwns |
Listen to it!www.myspace.com/sanddewnsCome to the Shark Bite Tape showcase this Saturady at Eyedrum ATL and catch Krrristin and Me together and solo
Posted by on Wed, 06 May 2009 00:20:00 GMT |
Language is relative but your vomit is black |
Language is relative .. ..But your vomit is black.. ..Your fear and inanity are amusing to the point they're piercing .. ..Remind me of abusive words my father spat .. ..And the logical chants my mot...
Posted by on Mon, 30 Mar 2009 22:22:00 GMT |
The Rise of the Fallen Woman |
Dont hurt the lady But the fallen womanHer temper fails herAgain and again Lady fears her dress will be stained inInfinite breakdownNot a disposable threat Dispensable dressAnd bleached words dang...
Posted by on Wed, 04 Mar 2009 23:55:00 GMT |
I Need A Corset |
I have never faintedThe sly Consciousness would never Politely evaporateWhen my breath got stuckBetween an awful momentAnd the vacuum of the aftermathI would not get sucked into A Comforting swoonHere...
Posted by on Wed, 04 Mar 2009 23:00:00 GMT |
Fuck Experimental |
Fuck Experimental- have some early pre- bohemian rhaphody- Queen and shut up! this is one of the only things that make me smile these days -but all things shall pass ya know...-, takes me back to the ...
Posted by on Thu, 26 Feb 2009 00:20:00 GMT |
ÑÙê |
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Posted by on Mon, 23 Feb 2009 14:40:00 GMT |
Bended page |
Embracing the pages shouldersBefore it is timidly thawing And after its all doneFolding my legs backwardsWith an open mouth Phantom stripes of infancy Worries of a 3 year old childThick In volatile ...
Posted by on Wed, 14 Jan 2009 18:00:00 GMT |
From blood to pink dirt |
Pull a tooth Its edges already dripping pointingTo the red bed of the tongueBustling with hazy pains Embedded in the root Where at the end of each cycleGlobules flowingly rush to BecomeSeep out with T...
Posted by on Wed, 14 Jan 2009 17:47:00 GMT |
City Shell |
City shellRaising ghostsIn the houses windows frostCutting words Into screams The warmth of a shadow Riding on a sun beam ScrabblesMarbles In the yardTry to hit Hitting hard Sliding sliding On the san...
Posted by on Thu, 01 Jan 2009 23:15:00 GMT |
13 Dead In My Hometown |
13 dead in several places
13 more down at the funerals
One after another
At night
A cop told me where the witches hang out
I just wanted to get out
But I've found the conversation
Flowing enchant...
Posted by on Mon, 01 Dec 2008 21:19:00 GMT |
