THE INHALING OF HURT |
I REMEMBER WHEN YOU USED TO CRYYOU WOULD NESTLE YOUR HEAD ON THE RIGHT SIDE OF MY CHEST AND SAY , "MINE"THOSE TEARS BEGAN TO FLOOD MY HEART LIKE THE DEAD SEAITS OK, JUST LET ME DROWN IN THEMI GASP FOR...
Posted by Svast on Sat, 14 Jun 2008 04:08:00 PST |
HUSH (to my mother) |
HUSH I HAVE NO RECOLLECTION OF WHO I WASNO PARTICULAR SCENT IN THE HOUSENO IMAGES OF A CHILDS INNOECENT FROLICNO FLASH BACKS OF A PECULIAR PLACE...
Posted by Svast on Tue, 06 May 2008 03:37:00 PST |
The House of Thom Svast |
THE HOUSE OF THOM SVASTThom Svast is a chemist. People tend to forget that art, like nature, is a scientific process, and as the brain functions by the body's systematic flow and circulation, th...
Posted by Svast on Tue, 29 Apr 2008 03:29:00 PST |
my mothers words on true love |
I fell into the rabbits hole, not to find the fairy tale but to grasp the meaning of reality. Reality: a state in which we find the void in life. Facing the void we find in it a hero. The hero being t...
Posted by Svast on Tue, 22 Apr 2008 09:22:00 PST |
the cats out the bag; to much this time. part 1 |
the cats out the bag; to much this time. part 1 i dont understand what it is that people deem noteworthy to constantly pry into my past. their prying eyes has lead to an enormous amo...
Posted by Svast on Wed, 27 Feb 2008 01:13:00 PST |
zine article |
13 Mar 2007 Aural is in AgainCategory: Music Aural is in Again In 1996 Thom Svast tra...
Posted by Svast on Fri, 18 Jan 2008 05:49:00 PST |
