Write Your Own Books |
When I was young I use to think I'd end up one of two things. Either I'd end up as someone very successful, suits and holidays in Europe. A wife true with beauty and poise. The other me was someone I'...
Posted by bryce on Sun, 28 Jan 2007 11:47:00 PST |
Meta-Tired |
There may be a certain post-modern-own-goal in what I write but meh.Today, folks, today there is a meance on the horizon. And it's not communists, or the international gay takeover plan, or even flour...
Posted by bryce on Fri, 15 Dec 2006 07:44:00 PST |
Slits In Fences |
I have just finished reading The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath and it made sad. But not because of the particular story of Esther. It was Valerie I found by far the saddest - "&I said goo...
Posted by bryce on Thu, 09 Nov 2006 03:05:00 PST |
Blood Red Stop |
I'll take all I can get, and waste it when I do. &nb
sp; I see hope on a hilltop, reflecting in sunlight, ...
Posted by bryce on Fri, 13 Oct 2006 07:04:00 PST |
I'm Just The Same As You |
So, I have returned. Returned from far lands and magical adventures battling dragons and mighty paladins and rescuing damsels. Wouldn't life be better if we lived in Fantasy. But anyhow, yes, I had a ...
Posted by bryce on Thu, 14 Sep 2006 06:22:00 PST |
A Place To Accept You Don't Exist |
Well well well. Warped Fucking Tour. What can I say? Rapage and piliging sums it up pretty well. But to say it was pretty goddam fucking awesome is an understatement. It doesn't get more random shit t...
Posted by bryce on Sun, 13 Aug 2006 07:59:00 PST |
The Way Out Is Through |
Ladies and gentlemen. It appears from the profundity of my previous conversations, even supposing the illusion of humility can be maintained, that such a future incidence of the aforementioned cannot ...
Posted by bryce on Mon, 17 Jul 2006 05:23:00 PST |
Leaving On A Jet Plane |
Well well well. Winter's back. With a vegence, and this time it's personal. The new hit with a jaded ex-cop and a cute girl gone missing who melts his hard hard cynical hard hard heart. But I kinda li...
Posted by bryce on Wed, 21 Jun 2006 04:46:00 PST |
I Still Can't Draw You |
snow on a dark day,falling like a dying star,a snowflake on the gravela fractal,a fraction of my heart,you thought,Bright Eyes and white lies.maths and sheets,too many x, not enough y,alexithymia is t...
Posted by bryce on Mon, 12 Jun 2006 07:26:00 PST |
One Or Two |
Raindrops run down my window like tears in the night, silently brokenBroken in two, and thrice.Mice who hunt tails down water pailsWater,that leaks from my eyes after long goodbyesEyes that die like m...
Posted by bryce on Tue, 30 May 2006 06:28:00 PST |
