Made a box to find it was a cubicle. |
And as the invite came through the mail. It was posted to the wrong address.The fire alarm is going off, and its not because danger is imminent. Even though I inhale flame as we speak... something I n...
Posted by Paris Hitler on Fri, 11 Apr 2008 02:32:00 PST |
When does the letter tell the postman he does not want to be delivered. |
And as the smoke filled the room, there was no storage for the naked flame.I have found a new point that requires an anchor, a figure that I scream at on a daily basis... the words that are used are "...
Posted by Paris Hitler on Wed, 05 Mar 2008 05:16:00 PST |
As she flies through the 27 years, I find myself at the door of 28 life street |
It is inevitable, it is superlative. It is something of a ranging degree with an iron that could melt the side walls of the plasitc fabrication in which we all become one.
I pass through another year ...
Posted by Paris Hitler on Thu, 16 Aug 2007 05:33:00 PST |
The things that have happened. Do not require this. |
And all that could of been.
I am sorry. but I am so fucking low.
I could of been.
I write in some sort of programmed mis understanding of a safety belt that went wrong.
After a degree of legal ...
Posted by Paris Hitler on Wed, 25 Jul 2007 06:17:00 PST |
AKA. All Krossed Alt |
Paris Hitler.
I love you.
But you have caused me trouble.
And I love you more for that.
For the Next week.
I will throw my real name out there.
and lets see how much she loves me.
Oh Par...
Posted by Paris Hitler on Wed, 27 Jun 2007 02:38:00 PST |
10 feet of fun Journal Entry: Sun Dec 5, 2004, 3:38 PM |
I have been away from civilisation for the best part of 2 weeks... the tunnel that I am looking down is another 4.I have had knee surgery as a result of over excitement on the dance floor and skate bo...
Posted by Paris Hitler on Thu, 03 May 2007 04:38:00 PST |
sizes nine down a chorus of safe. |
it has been a while... so long my fingers grew cold.
I don't understand the live of the never could too.
We are a pattern... nothing more than naked flames.... pushingourselves onto each other like we...
Posted by Paris Hitler on Sat, 07 Apr 2007 10:06:00 PST |
4 cases of the letter in a program we call out over the ledge. |
spun in a case of wheel of fortune. noone left to buy the vowel.
they all went home in a disturbed left wing right hose spell.
some would of called it a hex.
but we burnt the witches dead that night.
...
Posted by Paris Hitler on Wed, 14 Mar 2007 12:18:00 PST |
Monkey scram. 30 reasons to live. |
Recent postings of dearly departed days. Days that walked out on us.
Like the girl tired of the beatings. So she shot the mother fucker.
In the head. The bullet was so big it tore him in two.
Now his...
Posted by Paris Hitler on Wed, 17 Jan 2007 09:54:00 PST |
I ran from a thing that was hot and it swooned me back |
As I pull out the pen. A gift I have not delivered in the longest time.
I find a special case of darkness sit unsteady with me.
Its a new year, and for the first time in the longest stretch of my wat...
Posted by Paris Hitler on Tue, 01 Jan 2008 04:09:00 PST |
