I AM THE PROTRACTOR 4.15.08 |
I AM THE PROTRACTOR4.15.08
We can go outside. But it is the compelling nature of forward and creation
that draws us in. Isolated walls' recognition, aspiring sound waves, once plain
but now so full....
Posted by Steve Bubeck on Thu, 17 Apr 2008 05:41:00 PST |
31508 |
3.15.08Man, I swear I’d give the whole thing up for you...I’m frozen. Inside and out. In my memories you will always be so strong. I don’t understand. What is...
Posted by Steve Bubeck on Sun, 30 Mar 2008 04:26:00 PST |
A monrh in the life of Steve Bubeck |
at least as far as literary endeavors go. all of these were written within the last couple of weeks, usually between the hours of four and eight am. my insomnia is a bit out of control lat...
Posted by Steve Bubeck on Sun, 24 Feb 2008 06:05:00 PST |
the gutsick opiate dominance (5/20/07) |
fixation upon affixiation upon
contradiction upon rhetoric addiction
upon who gives a fuck anymore
&nb...
Posted by Steve Bubeck on Tue, 10 Jul 2007 02:09:00 PST |
lyrics |
here are some lyrics to a couple of acoustic songs I'm working on:untitled (love)ain't nothing but the world around you, babythere ain't nothing but the world around youand I feel likeeverything aroun...
Posted by Steve Bubeck on Wed, 07 Mar 2007 04:56:00 PST |
to understand repetetion (ch 1) |
first chapter of a short story. if you want to read the rest, contact me.
About the time I started having grand and paranoid of visions pre...
Posted by Steve Bubeck on Thu, 18 Jan 2007 04:08:00 PST |
assorted gateways and my walking dream |
(this is an epic poem/lyric that became a visions of song.)1. DESTRUCTION OF WILL (Serenity/Fallacy)
2. CONTEMPORARY MENTAL ILLNESS
Where have we gone? (I'm gone.)
I no longer exist withi...
Posted by Steve Bubeck on Tue, 19 Dec 2006 01:56:00 PST |
free prose on sage |
Everything you know and everything you were told
you already knew because you only told yourself
it's so simple but it still makes no sense only because
how can it true because it didn't really happen...
Posted by Steve Bubeck on Tue, 19 Dec 2006 01:48:00 PST |
untitled poem |
some moments or nights are meant to be split
maniacal inside the house; a sanctuary on the out
adventuring within is as potent as adventuring anywhere; the changes and mindframes are automatic as oppo...
Posted by Steve Bubeck on Tue, 19 Dec 2006 01:45:00 PST |
