some shit |
I shot a dream into the sky, and when it lands I wonder why.
But what goes up someday will fall, As I've been low, I'll grow so tall.
The seeds of change bring life to me, as land shall slip into th...
Posted by on Wed, 28 Jul 2004 12:45:00 GMT |
god damn. |
There is a war.
This town is a battlefield of rich and poor.
Where the catholics and protestants trench themselves against eachother
Where nothing is sacred.
There are spirits that shouldn't be he...
Posted by on Mon, 26 Jul 2004 13:28:00 GMT |
Worst morning ever!! |
So, yesterday I found something on the golden string....
My dreams are more vivid now.
I Had to work at 12, but was awaken at 9:30.
shortly later I fell asleep and found myself somewhere I've neve...
Posted by on Thu, 22 Jul 2004 13:13:00 GMT |
I feel like eatin some mice. (for mr boo, aka sativa) |
Mommy, can I go out and kill some mice?
I feel, I feel like taking a life
Please, I'd like a silver plate of mice
And feel, feel like eating some mice.
Daddy, can I go out and hunt tonight
Like...
Posted by on Wed, 14 Jul 2004 08:35:00 GMT |
To an old soulmate. |
My dear, I love you so much,
That I wrote this poem for you.
I long so long for your touch,
And i hope you always knew.
Your love is all I need to live,
And no one else will do.
I'll give you...
Posted by on Tue, 06 Jul 2004 23:43:00 GMT |
Stanfest Blog... |
I just got back from stan rogers festival. There was much drinkin, and more smokin.
That was way too fun, if given the oppurtunity, I suggest you go sometime
for now I must werk, later, I sleep
Posted by on Tue, 06 Jul 2004 10:48:00 GMT |
Prose for the answer. |
There is no one answer.
There are more than the number of questions we can ask.
Nothing is always right. No-one is never wrong.
Perspective unites. Judgment unties.
Love is the key and life is the...
Posted by on Thu, 01 Jul 2004 11:36:00 GMT |
Prose |
So bored these days, Im writing prose,
My words are tired like a wilting rose.
and simple rhymes are fun indeed,
But if you write These words, please heed.
A gun, a blade, a closed up hand,
...
Posted by on Thu, 01 Jul 2004 11:35:00 GMT |
For every mathafackin thing |
For every minute grain of sand,
that covers every inch of land.
For every lichen every mould,
the greatest story never told.
For every wind that blows its way,
for every night and every day.
...
Posted by on Thu, 01 Jul 2004 11:34:00 GMT |
Where do u dream? |
Where you now are dreaming, is a place I spent my time.
Spent the whole time screaming, and I nearly lost my mind.
This place is quite surreal, in its feel, dont you find?
And when the fog slips ...
Posted by on Thu, 01 Jul 2004 11:32:00 GMT |
