Blindside |
The sky was washed in a red and purple hue and the setting sun was blotted out by black clouds. I was surrounded by blades of grass that danced in an inconsistent breeze and stretched beyond the horiz... Posted by Patrick on Mon, 11 Aug 2008 09:33:00 PST |
From Me to You |
I was going to write something bleak, abysmal and depressing; how everyone is so fucking lonely, how everything is shoddy and destitute, and life is just an ephemeral tragedy that lies between an unwa... Posted by Patrick on Fri, 01 Aug 2008 01:33:00 PST |
Ethereal |
I stand on a precipice overlooking an unnamed sea. An insipid moon rises ominously overhead. Waves lapse across a rocky beach. The water is ethereal, reflecting the final rays of dying stars overhead.... Posted by Patrick on Sat, 22 Mar 2008 02:27:00 PST |
Dogma |
The qualms that individuals have seem so insignificant in the shadow of an industrial endeavor. A shattered cityscape is proof that the ingenuity of man can be decimated by a single ideal. Humanity is... Posted by Patrick on Wed, 12 Sep 2007 12:14:00 PST |