Of, and becoming of? |
"poem" or something
which i make sounds with my "voice box" or whatever its called
anyway, here goes:
Cheaply weeping like them fools
fogging up their window, they're only view
of the whirpoo...
Posted by on Fri, 14 Nov 2008 04:46:00 GMT |
+++++++++++++++++++++++++ |
you are a time machinehurricanes stretch states awaydays of rain drift the longest wayto the eventual fallleaves that staulland the color of leaving exposesdimes for selling things ...
Posted by on Sun, 14 Sep 2008 22:32:00 GMT |
sustainence is the skeleton key |
i have this reocurring dream that im losing my teethbut i keep waking to a sun that never sets with bad posture at bestlike transparent documentstampered with anonymous handsour fathers had a death wi...
Posted by on Wed, 10 Sep 2008 21:52:00 GMT |
should |
shoulders bare arms if these restless limbs dont serve their purposeso i must use them to type these words since im without pen and paperand no other medium seems more appropriate anywaythis day, this...
Posted by on Fri, 11 Jul 2008 02:42:00 GMT |
myspace.com/theantiasoneword |
so much more could be strangled from this momentbut what i expect and what im capable ofand worse yet - what ive becomeis something lost on more words that i've forgottenand that is to say something s...
Posted by on Thu, 05 Jun 2008 04:04:00 GMT |
thoughts on a napkin |
The flavor of cheap wine is sweeter than the snobs prefer, but I've never minded such illness and indifference. Quality is only relative to the tongue tasting it, or more so in the belly dividing the ...
Posted by on Sat, 31 May 2008 18:53:00 GMT |
you and i verse |
there's nothing stimulating about uncontrollable visuals and in-animate objects having, seemingly, more motion than anything else. Had there been someone to talk to maybe things would have been differ...
Posted by on Wed, 28 May 2008 07:48:00 GMT |
me, you, and the moon |
What could be better than being at the centerof me, you, and the moonit could be summer, or at least better weatherbut I wouldn't trade you or the moonsomeday we'll say seems just y...
Posted by on Thu, 10 Apr 2008 22:02:00 GMT |
we are pieces with no place in the puzzle |
santaisnotme (02:00:01 am): if i dont touch my guitar for a day i feel strange
hairymongloid (02:00:09 am): I know
hairymongloid (02:00:18 am): I start jonesing like an a...
Posted by on Sat, 10 Nov 2007 00:10:00 GMT |
i wish I were an elephant |
so i'd never forget where i stand, or where ive been, or what it all means. and those moments of inspiration, and desperation, and complete understanding of all things could be more tha...
Posted by on Tue, 06 Nov 2007 00:48:00 GMT |
