oh dear. |
love = pain = ouch
Posted by marc on Mon, 28 Aug 2006 07:14:00 PST |
idols!!!!!! more more more |
if there's one thing that would improve yourlife is more.idols. you can never have enough idols. fact. you can always find new and improved idols on your looking box. wouldn't it be great to stic...
Posted by marc on Mon, 16 Jan 2006 04:41:00 PST |
Woman |
Three lay beheaded at the foot of the ruined temple. Sorrow sweeps the village; deadlocked doors and boarded windows, no deterrent. Four thousand years, no less. Middle ground? What middle ground?The ...
Posted by marc on Sat, 15 Oct 2005 07:19:00 PST |
Man |
But the watchtower loves us. Or at least it did. Beck and call, part and parcel, something loves us at any single moment. Fabric ripped, torn, burnt, pursuaded. See you soon, but not with eyes aware; ...
Posted by marc on Sat, 15 Oct 2005 07:10:00 PST |
Boy |
And as the curtains close, the applause rains thick. But his soul is low, like the hardwood beneath his moulded rubber shoes. Sighs flow from his throat and onto the nights air, the air now lost to h...
Posted by marc on Thu, 13 Oct 2005 03:23:00 PST |
Girl |
She fondles the black plastic that covers the metal of the fence. Its cold but she does not notice. Through the gaps, a fragmented and imperfect sky, but shed have it no other way. The fence sepera...
Posted by marc on Thu, 13 Oct 2005 03:54:00 PST |
