wheye dont you treye it? |
things are growing good...i just like to spread the love or hate, depending on what you mistake it for...see i think i mean one thing and i really mean something else...its confusion and chaos...
&nbs...
Posted by nadroj on Fri, 03 Mar 2006 11:29:00 PST |
something newer |
i freestyle my destiny...so ill cook you up a recipe...lets see...broccoli, ox meat, and one beaten eggbread crumbs, onions, a lung, and demons legstir it up into elixer, mix the fixture wellmis...
Posted by nadroj on Fri, 24 Feb 2006 10:56:00 PST |
illl be the first to admit...i live life in constant contradiction |
thats all
Posted by nadroj on Sun, 22 Jan 2006 01:42:00 PST |
dangling modifier |
in october ill be sober
cause im over the clovers and the luck
ive grown to trust in justice and now i lust for love
i combust into dust in the blink of an eye
and i wink to the sky with every hu...
Posted by nadroj on Mon, 16 Jan 2006 11:26:00 PST |
for new music visit the dangling modifiers site |
my new friends
Posted by nadroj on Sun, 15 Jan 2006 01:21:00 PST |
dimmension of the possible |
so i had this dream
i dont remember all of it, but what i do remember and the significance i attatched to it right afterward are as follows.
so i dont where i was or what i was doing there, i was just...
Posted by nadroj on Thu, 08 Dec 2005 07:44:00 PST |
hark |
debauchery and mockery to populate your property
insistent perverted monks writing vertabraile for sleeping skunks
bodies in trunks
a god and shes drunk
and a fairy whos an art fag
a dog for the hunt
...
Posted by nadroj on Wed, 07 Dec 2005 05:08:00 PST |
home |
home of the slave
home of fake bravery
home of the cage
home of makeshift daydreaming
sollutions, resolutions, pollution and poverty
genocide and libel all in a suicidal lottery
what happened to potta...
Posted by nadroj on Wed, 07 Dec 2005 04:54:00 PST |
ghonorrea´s manic-festo, a poem from the heart of the basque country |
palabra..upside down, inside out, paint it red, burn it then plant the seeds of a new disease...because nobody votes and everyone doesntif you want truth from the statewe must discover why it wasntits...
Posted by nadroj on Mon, 05 Dec 2005 08:08:00 PST |
a poem to my father |
i burn the bush it's a sign from godno it's allah with a fist full of sodit's all a fascade in a dream based on lawi'm the devil in disguise in the scene where you pause
it's atomic jihad exploding at...
Posted by nadroj on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
