The envelope theory. |
Send me your adress and I'll mail you my thoughts. And if you'd like, you can mail me your's.
Posted by Rocket Bettye. on Wed, 06 Dec 2006 01:21:00 PST |
The sun hits me and I have bruises. |
Humans.... human beings......humans being...Humans being humans.
We are ugly.
We sell cancer and wear it around our necks.
We hate and inflict hatred.
We steal and punish theifs.
We grow fungus t...
Posted by Rocket Bettye. on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
Untied shoes and motherless moons. |
It's silent.
The sound of nothing stings my ears and urges me to surrender my breathing method.
I begin to hum, off key of course, and I ask nothing of my empty audience.
The continuing vibratio...
Posted by Rocket Bettye. on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
I don't write poems. I already told you this. Incomplete thoughts |
You wanted to peek (Thanks Jamie) inside my mind so here is what I give you.
You have to understand that my hand's pace isn't that of light speed.
All I'm saying is there are already words lost.
A...
Posted by Rocket Bettye. on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
These people make me happy... oh so happy<3 |
Thank you. You look up at me like I am something you'd want to be.You trade music with me.You call me 'Glitch' because you think I disrupt "that system".You helped me carry flats off the stage because...
Posted by Rocket Bettye. on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
I laughed... out loud... by myself... |
Im going to be like everyone else and post a bulletin about absolutely nothing but mindless dickless banter(copyright E-to-the-C Straw) ... and by the time your done reading this your I.Q. will have d...
Posted by Rocket Bettye. on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
"Symbolism in the crate" -Essay tid-bits |
::missing text::.......... It started with a reason which lead to a new perspective and a wounded paper..............::missing text::
I wrote to save myself from whatever seemed to be violating my th...
Posted by Rocket Bettye. on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
Who Am I? essay exerpt |
A person fixates their thought on perfections. It becomes consuming and corrupting, considering perfect is in all actuality the end of evolution and is only a biased belief based on societys convicti...
Posted by Rocket Bettye. on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
Find me. I think i dropped my name somewhere |
Put a black chair in the middle of an empty room. No windows, No color, just 4 average white walls and a black chair. What do you think about as you sit there? Does the balck that you are sitting on m...
Posted by Rocket Bettye. on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
Coexist... Supporting? Yes...$0.75 |
Its not fair to play god. Not in any way is it fair. Power is so currupting and revealing.
Turn your pages to the chapter of The Treaty of Versailles. Skip a few pages and skim your way to the head...
Posted by Rocket Bettye. on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
