precious you are |
there are six degrees of separation between any two people.i was sitting down on the sidewalk, my back leaning against the glass doors of a bank in new york city (this was when my parents and everyone... Posted by Alexander on Sun, 11 May 2008 08:23:00 PST |
memphis |
got a call the other day from a lady looking for elvis. really. she called twice, saying "elvis? elvis?". the second time, i knew it was her, just like i knew mom was gonna walk in after that jenn... Posted by Alexander on Sun, 11 May 2008 07:50:00 PST |
boom boom boom |
avalonaurouraaustralia (western; from the past)arminanchors;in a dream. crows say "rapid-fire". and brandon.lees.dreams.deeds.sees.frees.me.and the wise owl says, "what? how many licks does it take... Posted by Alexander on Sun, 22 Apr 2007 11:41:00 PST |
this is the ecstasy |
maybe this isn't true. maybe this doesn't matter. maybe no one is listening. but i can hear an echo.i remember. power. things start getting big at times like this. the highs spectacular. the lo... Posted by Alexander on Sun, 11 Mar 2007 08:59:00 PST |
day |
not much to feel anymore. another year has passed and i'm not sure what has happened. the chains of time has kept me awake and alive, sweeping me along in a daze like a zombie without much thought a... Posted by Alexander on Mon, 01 Jan 2007 01:33:00 PST |
GOD IS A MONSTER |
but i AM gorgeous, at least. not that it does me any good. you're all blind robot puppet slaves serving the hands of fate- that i can't even CONTROL. it's a plan of self-destruction mapped out befo... Posted by Alexander on Sat, 03 Dec 2005 12:54:00 PST |
truth swallows itself |
like this place was mine.
or yours.
or you were anyone.
or this was anything.
nowhere.
i'm so sick. Posted by Alexander on Fri, 18 Nov 2005 08:49:00 PST |
w e b s |
You know me.
I'm your other side.
The other side; the one that sees. Well, sees like I do anyway- sees your side as empty shells of flesh and bone.
I'm below the answer.
And above t... Posted by Alexander on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
. |
Existence is the perception of moments of pain and pleasure.
Mostly pain. Posted by Alexander on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
nowhere |
i'm lost Posted by Alexander on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |