Prosaic Volition: Crepuscular Commorancy |
I can be your gearshift but not your promenade...
I can linger in the evenings inventing remedies and foreign tongues in which i will speak ever so softly into the folds of your reluctant ears
but
i ...
Posted by revolusean on Wed, 30 Apr 2008 12:02:00 PST |
Comatose Cynics |
We are the children of indifference;narcoleptic scions on a melting horizonI would take your hand but I am forbidden to do soHere is my slant,curved slightly to allow disdain:The mark I make is ...
Posted by revolusean on Tue, 29 Apr 2008 10:39:00 PST |
Drawn to whats lifted up |
I still remember when I was younger you took my hand and you showed me the world taught me to see things and to believe things I took your hand and together we whirled into the sunlight leaving the g...
Posted by revolusean on Wed, 09 Apr 2008 05:37:00 PST |
boy oh boy |
a man’s affection is easily won when his pants are undone, down-periscoped on anxious legs, drooping in a pile of restless tension around his ankles like a coiled viper at rest but ready to stri...
Posted by revolusean on Fri, 21 Mar 2008 05:15:00 PST |
caucasian relativity but love nevertheless |
simply put, i am allergic to a world without you in it much like the difficulty i have imagining religious men without indoctrination or foreign men without suspicion or homeless men...
Posted by revolusean on Fri, 14 Mar 2008 06:52:00 PST |
Blasphemy for Breakfast : Deviance for Dinner |
All women are born women. They long for men because men are merely children, and it is good to know a child’s love. The child that leads us is adorned with a suit of armor; soft skin protecting ...
Posted by revolusean on Thu, 13 Mar 2008 06:51:00 PST |
That will be 5 years off your life at the 2nd window please. |
Once again, corporate America has succeeded in leaving me dumbfounded, disgusted and slightly intrigued. Today, after a seemingly pointless trip to the unshaven, and slightly pungent armpit of Riversi...
Posted by revolusean on Fri, 07 Mar 2008 09:08:00 PST |
When in Rome |
My girlfriend thinks Barack Obama is the resurrected Christ....but then, she has always had a better head for politics than me.I am notorious for assigning people in my life various roles based in Anc...
Posted by revolusean on Wed, 05 Mar 2008 12:18:00 PST |
The Anticipation of Emanation |
Her daddy always wanted something better for his girl;someone better in this worldthan what she choseI suppose I always knew I wasn't bestand yetI had to find out the hard way;the only wayI knowBack i...
Posted by revolusean on Thu, 07 Feb 2008 03:32:00 PST |
The Gas Masquerade: Genesis 19:17 |
I have written about the unique scents and signatures of the office workplace. I have documented the various smells, revealing their origins, their potency, and their effect on my senses. I have explo...
Posted by revolusean on Tue, 29 Jan 2008 05:53:00 PST |
