not thinking |
i followed her down the road, she could barely see me.the forever dead tree still standing, host to whoever decides to perch..whatever wins, really.i thought," i can't believe she still can't hear me"...
Posted by on Tue, 16 Oct 2007 20:22:00 GMT |
paperradiotelevision |
"you can't be serious""..."
Posted by on Mon, 08 Oct 2007 06:05:00 GMT |
Work Can't ------ |
So i know this lady who had a job she liked.Then she hated it.For no good reason, really.If she had been raised during the Depression, it would alwys have been a blessing.Any work is good work.Then sh...
Posted by on Wed, 06 Sep 2006 08:20:00 GMT |
the whistler-breather |
There is a fellow who i work with sometimes.He's sick a lot.I think sometimes that he will die at any minute.(i am not trying to jinx him, o mighty stars...please hear my counter..)he has me hammer in...
Posted by on Thu, 23 Mar 2006 23:19:00 GMT |
Verlipontig |
So the lands are getting big, and my eyes are getting wide and my foot is getting twitchy.The beginning is on its way even though it really has already started...i listen to the same song a bunch of t...
Posted by on Thu, 20 Oct 2005 09:51:00 GMT |
