"I stand on the hill,
Not for a thrill
but for a breath
of a fresh kill.
Never mind the man
who contemplates,
doing away with license plates.
He stands alone anyway,
Baking the cookies of discontent,
By the heat of a laundrymat vent.
Leaving his soul"
(Then like in poetry I have dot dot
dot then drop down to the next line
kind of off center.)
"Leaving his soul parting waters
Under the medulla oblongata
of (then dot dot dot again)
mankind."
My Interests
Music:
Member Since: 31/03/2007
Band Website: here
Band Members: Captain H. Nitsuj
Influences: doc terminus
Sounds Like: earthworms and firearms
Record Label: forever seems closer in some seasons
My Blog
convince the world
tell me, excite me, throw me around / my left toe, like eskimoes, is freezing....now if ground, gives way, lets dont freak out / please understand, a noble plans, in reason....a big sky, beyond lights... Posted by on Tue, 10 Apr 2007 15:38:00 GMT
