MIND SAY... |
...don't let the past make you......don't say the words when you'd like everyone to hear you......don't raise the curtains too high, because when you're feeling the stage...everyone's words will frigh...
Posted by on Sat, 25 Jul 2009 02:39:00 GMT |
DIARY PROJECT PART II... |
A QUARTER BLUR...HALF BOWIE.......and sometimes "the Man Who Sold the World" saves me as much as anything that Sly and the Family Stone has ever written or recorded. and every now and then i feel the ...
Posted by on Sat, 27 Jun 2009 00:16:00 GMT |
DIARY PROJECT 1. |
...today was diagonal......economy bubble wrap......same noise i walked a way from the previous day...same newspaper lines...a different print...another set of lazy eyes to tell the same story......sa...
Posted by on Thu, 25 Jun 2009 02:20:00 GMT |
THE DEACON... |
...i have no feelings to express my mood......i have no girlfriend...i stand at the interest-free rate......i have no fever...i feel no hate...
...i have no time for partial givers......i have no pat...
Posted by on Wed, 03 Jun 2009 02:16:00 GMT |
NUMERALS ARE THE CLOCKS CHIRPING... |
...what good are the saturdays with no earth to wake up to aside of her?...what good is the green grass without the dandelions to display the beauty of the undisturbed junk culture?...birds paint the ...
Posted by on Sat, 30 May 2009 00:47:00 GMT |
BLACK LIGHT/SUMMER ERASER... |
...summer's fashion......hot burrito love......tailgating......bumper (+) bumper= plans...plans (-) mind= collisions...the sun melts plastic......too many california girls still around.
Posted by on Wed, 27 May 2009 00:37:00 GMT |
BOMBS... |
...I LIGHT MY CIGARETTE FROM THE CANDLE'S FLAME...to save on lighter fluid costs and drip some melted wax on this naked body......i got this tune stuck inside my brain of ripe-tight tender moments. mu...
Posted by on Mon, 25 May 2009 00:32:00 GMT |
THE BALANCE BETWEEN "MAD" AND "MAN"... |
...AND...this girl is sane enough to know at times she is involved with a madman......to kick him down the steps a few times or maybe more...she has a foot made of iron and heart cast of gold: she kno...
Posted by on Wed, 20 May 2009 02:10:00 GMT |
SUNDAY IS A CANCER... |
...the yellow-green tint of fluorescent lights the sun displays dim white bread on picnic benches like holiday skies on family grief-beaten prozac smiles...billboard minds with their money bitten cons...
Posted by on Mon, 11 May 2009 00:29:00 GMT |
LIFE IS A MAD DREAM... |
dear bankteller:i wanted to know where my last deposit sits...you gave me nasty looks. you told me MY BALANCE without presenting a smile...never a word about having a great day or any of those artific...
Posted by on Sat, 09 May 2009 23:35:00 GMT |
