Thus is now |
Quoting Hunter S. Thompson.."San Fran in the middle sixties was a very special time and place to be apart of. Maybe it meant something. Maybe not in the long run... But no explanation, no mix of words...
Posted by Tap Water Vagabond on Mon, 26 Feb 2007 01:37:00 PST |
THE END..... For now. |
Summer has come and summer has gone. For time and time the end was a friendly jester prodding and poking at the not so distant future. But now all I see in front of me is a cruel clown named irony. I...
Posted by Tap Water Vagabond on Thu, 20 Jul 2006 06:01:00 PST |
What men should be thinking |
Swear to god, if all men thought like this (which they should) we women would be a pleased beast... Dead, but pleased. Instead they pay more attention to there addictions or wacking the stick.ARTIST: ...
Posted by Tap Water Vagabond on Thu, 01 Jun 2006 07:04:00 PST |
Easter bloody Easter |
For someone coming from a spiritual rather than religious background, I've rarely found anything profound about the Easter holidays. In fact I've tended in the past to completely drop the real meaning...
Posted by Tap Water Vagabond on Sun, 16 Apr 2006 11:26:00 PST |
Captain Hook Dream |
I had this dream once that took place in this tropical jungle type place, with white sands and green palm trees. I was Wendy from Peter Pan, and I lived with the lost boys in this hut type of commune....
Posted by Tap Water Vagabond on Sun, 09 Apr 2006 11:56:00 PST |
Another Night In San Francisco |
I definetly had the full effect of san fran last night. A couple of friends and I went out and got uber hammered. Our hotel is right in the Tenderloin district, which is the shadiest side of town. For...
Posted by Tap Water Vagabond on Wed, 05 Apr 2006 06:13:00 PST |
No Regrets... |
Regrets are faults of thoughs who kneel to fear. I live my life adversley in the truth that I fear not what I've done. But there are times, I can not lie, where I fear what I have not done, and may no...
Posted by Tap Water Vagabond on Wed, 01 Mar 2006 09:46:00 PST |
Home |
Home... Home is here in this fucked up apartment, where the artists eye is all you see out of. Now, question being, how do I bring home with me. How do I bring the ziggy to sunny, not me town. There's...
Posted by Tap Water Vagabond on Sat, 31 Dec 2005 09:57:00 PST |
BLAST |
Are you kiding me. I wrote a book and it was erased. Let's do it all overe again. Ziggy stardust is in my brain. For all the real people who don't need symbolizm to tell you that the state of mind I a...
Posted by Tap Water Vagabond on Sat, 08 Oct 2005 04:35:00 PST |
