weaving the fabric of life |
Posted by on Sat, 13 Jun 2009 08:56:00 GMT |
He doesn't talk to the fly at all |
ClipclopClipclopGo the woman's shoesas her souls drop to the pavement his heart moveslike the spider climbing through mid-air.He's got He's got the hesitation blues. Posted by on Sat, 13 Jun 2009 01:19:00 GMT |
Albert Giacometti |
At The Freeman Gallery 560 Broadway at Prince Street NYC212 966 5154 'till June 27th.America is unforgiving.When you get to Hollywood That is the end of your career. Albert Giacometti to... Posted by on Tue, 09 Jun 2009 13:44:00 GMT |
Take heed to MGMT |
Ah Joanna, I did not think Posted by on Thu, 04 Jun 2009 13:22:00 GMT |
Slim Pickenz. what goes around comes around but still |
There's a garbage dumpheaped up so high it's greater than a Hump.Do you get my drift, Chump?Children dig food thereIgnor-anus you! flying ass through the air.You get my drift, Sinclare?Wrap your legs... Posted by on Tue, 02 Jun 2009 20:19:00 GMT |
Paralyzed for 30 some Odd fucking years |
Out of the Sun and into the Shade what else do we live for on this Hot Spring Day?Mercedes Benz candy apple red and Chris Craft Yachts take us away.Like a puppet your arms act like stringsLifting a l... Posted by on Fri, 29 May 2009 12:17:00 GMT |
Unlike my Grand'mother |
I can resist Temptation!Mind You, I am a bit Rediculous, something She never was.Peace should never cost contrary to what She would quote. Whom? I do not Know. Thinking, Believing and Knowing, there ... Posted by on Wed, 27 May 2009 09:38:00 GMT |
Je ne faitrasse Gaffe alors Vous vous protegeassiez |
( Either I'm mistaken or That's some Old Plus que Past Perfectly French!)"Jesus, help me Remember"Scotch Broom Scotch Broom Scotch BroomLupines line the road where Cedar Gods imposethe Sky to stand ba... Posted by on Tue, 26 May 2009 18:00:00 GMT |
Redemption Time or mmgood |
Today was a great Day! YARN OWL check them out!Ice creamWhite centerBig Al BeerDinner with Chan and The gIrls @ a Khmer Deli all wrapped u... Posted by on Sun, 17 May 2009 04:31:00 GMT |
Why did you come to me midnight Owl? or Of writing Midnight Blogs |
but i've been too tired lately for such a frivolous thingwhich sort of never gives, never gives back sigh nor whisper.Like the Mighty Owl"s shodow of this nightyou are silent and stop, pose on the fe... Posted by on Fri, 15 May 2009 01:04:00 GMT |