times and seasons and dates |
to whom it my concern, the point apears to be bored with it's own grime that not even money can sweep away but rather blow into the harbour. The ducks feed off it the pigeons fight over bathing righ...
Posted by blk on Thu, 27 Sep 2007 12:56:00 PST |
the radio sometimes speaks to me in the third person |
There is muchmore that I could type, long tangents of emotion and feelings dotting outmorse code in the clouds, it's spring and I'm going insane. The mouthgets dry in the mornings and sometimes I do...
Posted by blk on Mon, 20 Mar 2006 03:21:00 PST |
waiting to record the worry marks tossing and turning over the forhead |
my music is a therapist that sits patiantly in an old bauhause chair worn with age pencil in hand waiting to record the worry marks tossing and turning over the forhead. The wall to my right is ...
Posted by blk on Thu, 16 Mar 2006 01:53:00 PST |
I hopped aboard an airship of the clouds |
I hopped aboard an airship of the clouds that revealed all the world's plight in ant sized murals, the greens bled into blue as desert reds chocked yellow wild flowers into a cake of meal bread. ...
Posted by blk on Fri, 10 Mar 2006 01:57:00 PST |
into this house we're born, into this world we're thrown |
This year is supposed to be the culmination of the past eight reaching forth a new luminesence to close the door behind and walk ahead into the darkned room fumbling for the light switch. Old fr...
Posted by blk on Fri, 10 Mar 2006 01:32:00 PST |
after visiting the suburbs |
the majority take with out giving, populating more of the herd without thinking, eating the grass till till the land is barren and dry then the great culling will begin ...
Posted by blk on Wed, 22 Feb 2006 03:47:00 PST |
To family, freinds, ex-lovers, and enemies |
to those of you that I have wronged in the past I apologize for anymalicious intent that I have committed. I was young and ignorant of thedeep seated ways of the world and charged ahead on my hi...
Posted by blk on Wed, 22 Feb 2006 03:23:00 PST |
