i wrote this to a stranger |
good words are thorns in the desert; we cut ourselves to pass through them, but the residue which remains will bear our blood long after we have ceased to.
Posted by on Sat, 23 Sep 2006 04:29:00 GMT |
no love from a distant mother |
two hands
clasped together
a wicked grip:
spells were on it
so strong (the bleating kid,
the boiling blood)
a quiet broomstick to shuffle your mind with,
the anxious child,
the waiting breat...
Posted by on Sat, 16 Apr 2005 19:36:00 GMT |
well it's december |
christ, I've been here a year. I'd forgotten until I went home for hols and came back. tempus fugit, as they say.
I'm unsure if I'm doing exactly what I want with my life. I live in dread of bei...
Posted by on Thu, 02 Dec 2004 19:02:00 GMT |
satyriasis |
what is the meaning of perfection? how strong are lungs that bend backs? I am full of a great MADNESS that threatens to swell and break the island of language.
if they only knew.
Posted by on Sun, 03 Oct 2004 16:27:00 GMT |
warped |
I've been sick for the last few days. funny how moments of illness remind one of mortality in a way that vague spirituality cannot. have I been good today?
Posted by on Sun, 19 Sep 2004 15:49:00 GMT |
hmmm and the other stuff at the HARD ROCK SHOW |
last night I went to the static-X show with my coworker Brady. the guys and gals at the galaxy were all pretty hospitable, and the material at the show consisted mostly of Wisconsin Death Trip tracks...
Posted by on Fri, 23 Jul 2004 13:02:00 GMT |
month seven in California |
living in the city makes me feel weird about howling at the moon. odd, the little things that you take for granted as a natural part of living.
Posted by on Fri, 02 Jul 2004 05:29:00 GMT |
har de har and a hook for a hand |
whoa. drank myself into oblivion last night. I _know_ that doing shots with Laura usually consists of me doing shots that other guys are trying to make her take because she is hot, but I do it anywa...
Posted by on Sun, 27 Jun 2004 12:43:00 GMT |
just got a myspace account... |
...and now I'm officially a trendy fuck. somewhere, the ghost of Kafka is laughing at me.
Posted by on Fri, 25 Jun 2004 15:12:00 GMT |
