A bastards haiku |
Cinnamon lipstick /without a breath/wacky like some wicked soul/
Posted by Andipe on Sat, 07 Oct 2006 11:29:00 PST |
Drunkeness can be a symplistic mans salvation. |
Keys and vulgar fists arrange this new composition. A fall down the fields of time can distort abstract build-ups to the point of newness. A mighty fine drool.
Posted by Andipe on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
The ideal paranoia. |
Film noir in the alley. People up in trees. Stray police dogs. Iwonder which of these are true.
Posted by Andipe on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
