The Wisdom of Cold Minerals |
In the shade of a defiant tree he can sense the ruthless organization;the cells, drawing thick fluid from nether regions, are flourishing well,and as the invisible pollination descends, making him wat... Posted by Simon on Fri, 18 May 2007 10:18:00 PST |
Tightrope |
I was sweating, shielded from reasonscaling the hierarchy of needsas just another disinterested window washerpolishing a wooden erection.That was how it seemed until the math worked outmy legs lost th... Posted by Simon on Mon, 30 Apr 2007 10:25:00 PST |
Parasympathetic |
I thought I was close, but nitrous oxide always knows that the vessels of a city can be dilated as yourun them through, parasympathetically hard and nervousslipping through their rigidly telling lines... Posted by Simon on Tue, 24 Apr 2007 09:18:00 PST |
Holy Jumping Crawfish |
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Party Line |
This girl knows what I'm talking about: A modern man, product of The Sun: I feel him and counter-blow with an ear to his chest.The rumble of ancient animals, and the first drum accompany his young sp... Posted by Simon on Wed, 21 Feb 2007 11:26:00 PST |
Photos of My Food |
The problem of other objects is an issue of space;discerning the chair in the visual field is a singularly individual pursuit.I've wondered where to sit down to dinner every night, studying the layout... Posted by Simon on Thu, 28 Dec 2006 02:37:00 PST |
A Honest Suit |
There is a price in understanding something, but choosing not to say. Knowing a bad idea and following through leaves one overdressed for handling piss: A honest suit at a shitty party.
No one t... Posted by Simon on Wed, 13 Dec 2006 09:58:00 PST |
Fabry-Perot |
The Bragg Reflection is unlucky for actors, as it negates the effect of broken legs;
its structural colour is a Fabry-Perot, deep seated in its inner and outermost extremes.
His was most re... Posted by Simon on Thu, 30 Nov 2006 10:27:00 PST |
I am Simon |
The staff balanced in her hand, and with that the craftsman's mark blended against the walls.
She had not erased it, but had simply guided the destructiveness of industry towards a niche... Posted by Simon on Fri, 17 Nov 2006 11:04:00 PST |
Kareoke Night North of the Border |
Kareoke! Posted by Simon on Sun, 22 Oct 2006 11:21:00 PST |