Final thought. |
There usually wasn't ever this much silence in between the shots, unless it was over. He stuck his head out for a quick look.Just as he thought.The sniper pulled the trigger as soon as his head popped...
Posted by on Sun, 23 Dec 2007 18:02:00 GMT |
for a friend. |
this is for a friendwho forgot how to pretendever since the light that fathered hercame to an endshe didn't know bridges broke because she only seen them bendand couldn't fix her heart when it cracked...
Posted by on Mon, 01 Oct 2007 13:58:00 GMT |
bulletin 11: subscribe to my blog... |
and get dopeness personifiedan ex-patriot trapped in a roomeating himself alivebanging out the hitsburnt offerings to the lord of the fly shitdedicated with honorin a box filled with silencesitting st...
Posted by on Sun, 17 Dec 2006 21:02:00 GMT |
bulletin 10: back from sabbatical |
live on sceneeyes intact before the full screenvisioncats get trapped in fast lane livingback lane drivenleads to black top prisonsasphalt sit inswhere we take in the back lot systemslearn the rulestu...
Posted by on Sat, 16 Dec 2006 14:52:00 GMT |
bulletn 9: no 'eyes' |
can't seemurder the massesneed glassestear gas bastardspassed on the classesfor the free freedom sashes and a chance to feast on our ashesfast flashesabove gated housesalcohol loved spousesget the mot...
Posted by on Wed, 13 Dec 2006 17:37:00 GMT |
bulletin 8: dope chucks |
peep the kicksthat run wild even in winteracross front lawns and back alleysand poets that don't know shitbut pretendthat the sun rises in the west and bleeding hearts bleed bestafter break-upsloss of...
Posted by on Tue, 12 Dec 2006 11:54:00 GMT |
bulletin 7: F.C. stands for... |
fucken crazylos tres mariachison a string of insanityfuturistic crazebass and drums beatsover fast car burnoutsdeadly vipers cravethat strikelike fiendish cokeheadson peyote tripswith five senses inta...
Posted by on Mon, 11 Dec 2006 10:19:00 GMT |
bulletin 6:...tones |
tonesplaying in my headringing like speakerson fireburning like tire infernosblazingblack sootsmoke all around usbreathe intaste the chaos on your tonguethe fever in your facethe sea of fleshmoving as...
Posted by on Sat, 09 Dec 2006 16:20:00 GMT |
bulletin 5: def... |
so defdope like packs of powder on mulesacross countrythrough desert landsbad habitatsweather-torn facessmiling at nothingthe grit and grime in their teeth sealed lipsspeak of memoriesand memory lover...
Posted by on Fri, 08 Dec 2006 11:57:00 GMT |
bulletin 4: work. |
nine to fivenine lives scratched away by sundownsunsetover beautifully polluted skylinesthat break apart in the atmospherewhile we wither awayinto nothingplaced way down low on the bank accountsjust b...
Posted by on Thu, 07 Dec 2006 10:51:00 GMT |
