November finds me failing... |
Lonesome, wandering, always it seems.
Wondering, who are you, who are we?
We don't have so many secrets as we think
And even so, what's the meaning of these things we keep?
If I laid you bare,
Insides...
Posted by Dear Jer... on Wed, 08 Nov 2006 11:06:00 PST |
Phase Transition |
When a certain amount of heat is applied
Ice becomes water becomes vapour
Each state containing less entropy, more symmetry
But molecularly identical.
Posted by Dear Jer... on Wed, 08 Nov 2006 10:43:00 PST |
Alone in this house |
It's my last night here. Here where I never wanted to be.
Tears floated me here. I blame you for not standing up for me.
What a child.
I chose.
Ghosts sit next to me, whisper in my ear, "W...
Posted by Dear Jer... on Fri, 30 Jun 2006 11:17:00 PST |
Breath control. |
Take a breath, and hold it with me,
Listen closely to the silent.
Keep holding, fight the panic,
The stillness of our lungs may reach our hearts.
Squeeze my hand, like you need to be sure it's still t...
Posted by Dear Jer... on Thu, 25 May 2006 08:32:00 PST |
On self-delusion and protein. |
Bits and pieces, here and there,
Assorted remnants of.... what?
Me?
I see dying, sickly creatures
I see disintegration and entropy
I feel the claw of clammy hands reaching out in desperat...
Posted by Dear Jer... on Mon, 13 Mar 2006 07:10:00 PST |
Go do this for me. |
http://kevan.org/johari?name=DearJer...
I'd do it for you!!!
Thanks.
Posted by Dear Jer... on Thu, 16 Feb 2006 02:34:00 PST |
Dirty Love. |
A story board, stark white and bare
She drew her dirty pictures there
And for the first time all could see
Dirty love, dirty me
A half drowned sailor washed ashore
A whithered junkee wanting more
Her ...
Posted by Dear Jer... on Mon, 30 Jan 2006 11:32:00 PST |
Attn: Anyone who thinks I've lost my mind. |
hmmm.
Posted by Dear Jer... on Sun, 22 Jan 2006 01:09:00 PST |
OBITUARY |
Gone and never to return, he is greatly missed by those who took comfort in a sense of superiority over his helplessness. He is fondly remembered by those who took advantage of his willing...
Posted by Dear Jer... on Mon, 05 Dec 2005 10:02:00 PST |
Chapter 1, page 1 |
Small protection- this sheet of glass between me and the frozen dead sun. Christmas cards lie. Why do they never show the sky this pavement grey?
Anyone who thin...
Posted by Dear Jer... on Wed, 30 Nov 2005 06:37:00 PST |
