INTRUSION |
a scruffy little lost boy in a splintered hut blown away in the hills of irelandwait for me, i cannot put my shoes on, wait.our cheeks, frost in the dark. a few moments ahead of the glowing sun, still...
Posted by on Mon, 21 May 2007 19:14:00 GMT |
this is why events unnerve me |
this is why events unnerve me. someone now lost once sang, what use is time useless time, all it does is dissolve into nothing
Posted by on Thu, 09 Nov 2006 07:00:00 GMT |
the mist |
i'll only listen to your ideas if you come in a cape beneath a red red red lamp.
Posted by on Mon, 07 Aug 2006 19:31:00 GMT |
bird in a golden cage |
amidst grey mist, far above in an asphalt brick tower, a chamber hid in its cobwebbed shadows. beneath its veil of darkness in the middle on an ebony trunk, laid a golden cage. the reflection of...
Posted by on Sun, 30 Jul 2006 16:06:00 GMT |
ageless beauty |
a nice bbq in uxbridge yea but after playing spy games too long we decided to leave and drive to Oxford. made a stop at the local 24hr store and loaded up on all kinds of lovely fr...
Posted by on Wed, 05 Jul 2006 16:37:00 GMT |
stonehenge solstice |
the maid we messed
it started on a sunny dry afternoon when r.b, outside the library proclaimed "im going to stonehenge tonight". sounds like a lovely picnic i thought but, something far els...
Posted by on Sun, 25 Jun 2006 15:39:00 GMT |
this too shall pass |
my walls are empty. white washed. all the memories once bounced of light, taken down. it feels like a looney bin now. why are walls painted white it just piercingly glares back at you
Posted by on Fri, 26 May 2006 17:30:00 GMT |
mississippi |
listening to the shadows of the echoes in everything in its right place live recordings .
the eternal, joy division. it felt like there was a snake in the room. the speckled sunlit bayous o...
Posted by on Wed, 12 Apr 2006 07:00:00 GMT |
our seaside |
a big ship, it only reminds me of team gallavant heh. the feather walking by the beach in scotland with the synth bits frolicking like fairies above the glistening misty sandy grass.theres only o...
Posted by on Fri, 10 Mar 2006 17:20:00 GMT |
only |
ohh dear i really miss the staten island ferry. its not so crazy. with the dusty windows, overprized pretzles, seagulls trailing behind in the wind trying to catch up, tough people huddled i...
Posted by on Fri, 10 Mar 2006 17:19:00 GMT |
