Honey, where is my heart? |
I hold onto the hours, but they are wasting in pain.I strive for refurbishing, an empty room remains. I live for the moment that i lost in the sympathyI am no longer a human but a busy bumble bee,prot...
Posted by jess on Thu, 19 Jun 2008 11:55:00 PST |
must belong somewhere |
When I wake up in the AM I feel what poor pain I excused in the PM. It's a sudden pop up box saying, "No, you have not died. You are numb. You are a lost dog with one hell of a bone, so you m...
Posted by jess on Sat, 14 Jun 2008 11:37:00 PST |
burgundy beach |
here i am.standing in the current of devotion and despair, lost in the sand of dangerous lies. and to whom do i owe my gratitude? the man with the distraught heart, with the apple colored eyes?or the ...
Posted by jess on Tue, 10 Jun 2008 03:58:00 PST |
beatniks |
The so-called Beat Generation was a whole bunch of people, of all different nationalities, who came to the conclusion that society sucked. -- Amiri BarakaIt seems the late 50's early 60's was a time f...
Posted by jess on Mon, 09 Jun 2008 02:17:00 PST |
sudden death |
this is the time when all the hazed and dazed in the world gather together in unity of confusion when the threat of the thrill entices anyone who dares to disobey when some of the best memories ...
Posted by jess on Wed, 04 Jun 2008 04:10:00 PST |
my must have 40 albums of 07-08 |
40. Wincing the Night Away - The Shins39. - Justice38. Ten New Messages - The Rakes37. Our Love To Admire- Interpol36. Strawberry Jam - Animal Collective35. The Meanest Of Times- Dropkick Murpheys34...
Posted by jess on Sun, 18 May 2008 04:54:00 PST |
Becoming a Bear |
It's a moment in time when you look around and your eyes are scanning for a flicker of heat in the blur of a snow storm or the shelter of pine bows to wisk you away from the conundrum you have m...
Posted by jess on Tue, 29 Apr 2008 08:44:00 PST |
the nexus of the universe |
I can't explain your lack of words, or mine.Fictional chants echo an encore, a reocurring scene, a repetition of human beings. Do all streets intersect with themselves?Purple pedals pushing phone ridd...
Posted by jess on Fri, 09 Nov 2007 03:39:00 PST |
