Funniest fucking cat. |
Posted by on Wed, 20 May 2009 00:28:00 GMT |
As they pulled you out of the oxygen tent. |
You asked for the latest party,With your silicone hump, And your ten inch stump,Dressed like a priest you was,Tod Browning's freak you was...Crawling down the alley on your hands and your knees,I'm su...
Posted by on Wed, 06 May 2009 15:17:00 GMT |
Even the toughest white boy |
Yes, even the baddest white boy.He still gets sad.
Posted by on Mon, 20 Apr 2009 09:46:00 GMT |
Every man I fall for |
Drinks his coffee black.Love and hate are tattooed on his knuckles, andMy name is on his back.Every man I fall for.Works the graveyard shift.He kiss me softly to wake me up,Then takes my place in bed....
Posted by on Mon, 20 Apr 2009 09:43:00 GMT |
Sebastian |
He arrived here as a little star.
He did not know that his existence plays a huge role in my life now.
How to tell him how grateful I am?
People, moreso these days do not know what the meaning o...
Posted by on Mon, 01 Dec 2008 10:54:00 GMT |
The Only Dream I Have Ever Remembered... |
There's a cemetery. I can see my own grave on a bluey-skyed day with cotton candy clouds and an angry sun. Poeple I don't even know pass my grave. I can see fear churning in their hearts, as they say ...
Posted by on Sun, 24 Jun 2007 22:32:00 GMT |
Alleys |
There must be millions of alleys in this world. Dark alleys everywhere. In many of them, people have fought, cutting each other down and placing punches and kicks to bodies already fallen...But, then-...
Posted by on Wed, 27 Jun 2007 14:10:00 GMT |
Color of kindness |
I thought once in a while about the color of kindness, and I realize that its shades and contrasts are not painted onto a person. They're worn in. Have you ever felt like you stood in your kitchen or ...
Posted by on Wed, 27 Jun 2007 14:02:00 GMT |
I Think This Is Life In General |
The streets are lined with truth and I walk through them. Sometimes, they walk through me. Thoughts are pretty much like blood. I collect them as if they'll stain me, murder me and then resurrect me. ...
Posted by on Sun, 24 Jun 2007 22:34:00 GMT |
The Sound Of Clapping Hands |
What is it about the sound of clapping hands? It's only skin against slapping skin, so why how can it make a tide turn in you? Why can it break on top of you and lift you up at the same time? Probably...
Posted by on Sun, 24 Jun 2007 22:33:00 GMT |
