2:01 at 5:37 - and all’s quiet... |
when will you understand?
Do not! I say, don't you dare do that! I forbid it. Selfish child with cold eyes, what is it that has become of you? Of me? Of the world we called our own?
Yes, it is pathet...
Posted by Moose on Wed, 10 Oct 2007 04:03:00 PST |
recycled paper and collapsed bridges. |
A child and a gravestone
I don't know why I'm writing, I don't know what to say. But I knew there were still words inside me, words for you to hear.
So here I start, at the end of our lives - before w...
Posted by Moose on Thu, 02 Aug 2007 10:56:00 PST |
Charlie on camera 3 with 8 legs to the lens |
Reflecting Comfort
The calm spreads through the room like disease among rats. And these rats are the toys we occupy our daily lives with. Joyous bonds and lasting plants are expected to grow of the se...
Posted by Moose on Wed, 25 Jul 2007 11:49:00 PST |
sugarfree candy |
wasted silence full of shoutsWe didn't exactly know, but we did it anyway. It's not like anyone was out there to tell us 'no'. It wasn't until after that we considered our actions. Not that it matered...
Posted by Moose on Sun, 11 Mar 2007 12:03:00 PST |
not entirely my own...just fyi... |
we only thought...What a skeletal wreck of a man this is, translucent flesh wandering to this temple where people worship their own restless self pity when the matters at hand are shelled out like lin...
Posted by Moose on Tue, 06 Mar 2007 05:16:00 PST |
Tackling life in the snow |
spreading waveHate, fight, kill destroyDesease has come, we're it's toyCountless battles that never endSorrow growing, we're gonna bendLast remains, no hope leftShouldn't regret a life of theftSickeni...
Posted by Moose on Sun, 25 Feb 2007 02:41:00 PST |
reminiscence through experience |
Alrighty...so, last night was an absolute blast and brought me back to the past and all the fun we used to have doing all sorts of crazy shit (hence the timetravel back to techno, as far as my profile...
Posted by Moose on Sat, 24 Feb 2007 01:14:00 PST |
sleeping on sharp rocks. |
Invisible InkDear firend, hello, what's going on?Here I am, I stare at you. You glare quietly back at meWith those eyes, just like mineand that smile that tells only lies.Do you hear them, those voice...
Posted by Moose on Tue, 20 Feb 2007 07:45:00 PST |
twenty-five grand at majestic pines |
Peter: "Have you ever kicked a duck?"Moose: "No, but it's a legit question."Peter: "Well...I did not know that. And you know what?"Moose: "What?"Peter: "I learned something today."Moose: "Weasel."...
Posted by Moose on Mon, 05 Feb 2007 01:03:00 PST |
excerpt from my favorite worst poet. |
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....IV. The bounded is loathed by its possessor. The same dull round even of a u...
Posted by Moose on Tue, 30 Jan 2007 06:21:00 PST |
