you can hear the ocean, you know? |
Old, worn man wakes from a deathly sleep of cancer, in white sterile disinfected room. In agony and confusion, he stands with great trouble and ache. "What is this!" he shouts puzzled by this unfami...
Posted by on Wed, 13 Feb 2008 23:01:00 GMT |
i cant paint between the lines. |
des millions de facons de vivre, des millions de facons de mourir.
Posted by on Wed, 12 Dec 2007 00:15:00 GMT |
a leftys catcher mitt. |
I hate this time of year,
The weather is hot and muggy.
The fan makes my lips sore and crack.
The weather creates a rut,
I neither need nor wont this rut of weather.
But I must wait till February wher...
Posted by on Sat, 24 Nov 2007 01:40:00 GMT |
no oxygen |
we are in the same sinking boat you and i, our shoes are getting wet but our socks stay dry. thanks for keeping me company in the cold boat full of holes and rot, my sea legs are weak and ...
Posted by on Wed, 10 Oct 2007 22:46:00 GMT |
