Tales from The Burning Eyes |
Alas, me hardies...right? Sorry, I'm weirding out a little bit. I thought I posed a blog about inventions and it never went up. Well, fuck it. I was looking at Ebay because NINE INCH NAILS IS SELLING ...
Posted by on Thu, 03 Dec 2009 14:42:00 GMT |
Richie Rich swinging from a poor man's noose. |
You and I have been had. Duped. We are a sorry lot of suckered motherfuckers. You were used, bled and told to get the fuck out and come back when called...to be bled again. Blindfolded and kicked for ...
Posted by on Tue, 18 Aug 2009 10:45:00 GMT |
Somethings will never wash away...when did you go bad? |
Here are a few things I have learned thus far during my time - with you - in this strange and wonderous lifetime. Knowing my indecisiveness these are completely random, yet, listed numerically anyway....
Posted by on Wed, 12 Aug 2009 03:20:00 GMT |
Arm chair rebellion |
I, as I have already stated, well, I think I might have, am an observationary soul. My very nature has always been to observe and in some small way extract the humor of the world from our, in lots of ...
Posted by on Fri, 15 May 2009 09:51:00 GMT |
A pause between procrastinations |
I wish I was a shameless self promoter. A media whore or darling I am not. Where am I going to go with these ideas. I'm spinning my wheels. I'm sure you're reading along wondering, "What is Elton talk...
Posted by on Wed, 29 Apr 2009 15:04:00 GMT |
Those Jovial Four Horsemen of The Apocalypse Pt. 13 |
The wind blows gently across the dry shale plain. The cliffs jut hardin the distance, giving stony definition to the walls of the valley.The sky crisp blue and beautiful with billowy clouds. Along t...
Posted by on Sun, 11 Jan 2009 04:29:00 GMT |
2sleephours |
It's getting long in the night and where am I?2 hours of sleep in and time to go.I wait to long to carry things off and get done. Where am I?2 hours of sleep in and time to go.I live in a state of con...
Posted by on Fri, 31 Oct 2008 01:34:00 GMT |
"Peppertine" from a poetry book I wrote in 96’ |
Peppertine walls are calling meBeneath the broken symmetry Writhing in dirty looksLearning from dirty booksMine eyes have been filteredMy skin has mottled and blisteredPeppertine floors beat me deadWi...
Posted by on Thu, 23 Oct 2008 01:36:00 GMT |
"Joy of Demolition" another from a poetry book I wrote in 96’ |
SpasmsSpasms of sheer joy took the buildingShook the buildingFoundation, turned dustThe dynamite ripped PunchedAnd pounded with great effectWalls become crumbsFloors become oneDevastated mortar and br...
Posted by on Thu, 23 Oct 2008 01:19:00 GMT |
"Distress" a poem from an old poetry book I wrote in 96’ |
Paper money running my hoursConsumer by product plastic towersAbuse the people while freedom cowersWithdraw into staticBroad stroke panicBegone my lover, anotherCredit card nightmares murderDebit, in ...
Posted by on Thu, 23 Oct 2008 01:11:00 GMT |
