i am luna |
i am moonin your worldi call myself 'luna' your night sky petite twini am lunai come from afari bring affectioni bring awei dive in oceans of distant moonsunder ice, looking for lifepreciousyou are a...
Posted by moonmoney on Mon, 14 Jul 2008 05:09:00 PST |
strange angels |
what is goldis obviousbut Grace can shinethroughspottedbroken glassdirty dishseasoned eyespanhandlingrich in filthand soaked in stenchesmost common unsavory sortsocially morally offensivean unsavory p...
Posted by moonmoney on Wed, 05 Dec 2007 10:03:00 PST |
flourish |
what you feedis what will thrivedarknesslightenergy all seeinga kissa hurtful wordobsessioncarefreethe choices are vastfrenziesare contagiousso to can be blisswhat you give so much powerwill only flou...
Posted by moonmoney on Fri, 27 Jul 2007 12:27:00 PST |
aint what it seem |
everythingis a bunch of tiny thingssimple individuallittle beingwill hug in tightseparate organismswhat you call solidaint what it seem
Posted by moonmoney on Thu, 26 Jul 2007 03:14:00 PST |
oils and feasts |
Where did all the girlies and boys go? Dancing in the corner of your sleepy eyes like charmed dolls of fine fabrics twitching drifting with toes of pearls and the finest woods.A machine.The people the...
Posted by moonmoney on Thu, 19 Jul 2007 01:16:00 PST |
Tightly wound |
Please fill my ears oh sapped and oppressed.... for you my heart will twist around like a knot. I'm pissed on booze... Pills..... Dreams.... Whims.... Crime.... Sucker Punches... Covert..... Time... T...
Posted by moonmoney on Fri, 13 Jul 2007 01:45:00 PST |
bring world together. |
you are all from the same place to me. live this world in peace.
Posted by moonmoney on Sun, 01 Jul 2007 05:35:00 PST |
I Thought. Therefore AM I? |
It is uncomfortable to come out of suspension. Think about it. It's painful. Shards of ice still aching... looming in the the deepest tissues. "For what is this mangled?" No one could make a sound. E...
Posted by moonmoney on Sat, 30 Jun 2007 02:32:00 PST |
Sending Signals Out |
Everyone gather around. I tell you I do dream. Emotions? They say I have none. But I can't agree. I am a Skin Job. That's what they've called me. Lover and a Fighter. To survive I must be clever. I do...
Posted by moonmoney on Fri, 29 Jun 2007 02:47:00 PST |
Pillows Loves Rock Fights is Tomorrow |
Sackwater and dried belongings. Pale Blue Dots falling down the drain. "Sacre noir!! There are hundreds and hundreds of containers of em."Mannequin Children. Screaming ouija. Shit cradle!The residual ...
Posted by moonmoney on Fri, 29 Jun 2007 03:24:00 PST |
