Walking the walk |
everything is changing around me. Friends, family, work, everything. Reason - I'm actually doing what I think and say. I'm starting to see why there's no difference from the observed and the observ...
Posted by on Sat, 08 Aug 2009 05:39:00 GMT |
fight club |
i find myself fueling violent impulses. sometimes, I think if we still lived during ancient times that i would be a guilt-riden soldier who fought every fight in order to fulfill the monster that def...
Posted by on Sat, 18 Jul 2009 03:20:00 GMT |
A new day |
I'm disappearing into the night once again. Dreams merge into reality when words become their skeleton and structure gives it life. Worries and memories derail the train between thoughts yet the st...
Posted by on Tue, 30 Jun 2009 06:46:00 GMT |
Be careful what you wish for |
Saturday, April 18, 2009
Marie Digby... Your spell has not been broken
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Posted by on Sat, 25 Apr 2009 21:34:00 GMT |
Marie Digby... Your spell has not been broken |
I have never heard such a voice that transcends beauty and obliterates any concept of perfection. She is not to be admired but to be in awe. The sound that she creates has the value of laughter, yet...
Posted by on Sat, 18 Apr 2009 16:04:00 GMT |
No creature likes being caged |
I want pain to exist. I want tragedy to be as real and as red as the hue of my blood when it trickles from a wound. Tell me that you love me and then leave me. Use me. I am a malevolent coward. I...
Posted by on Sun, 05 Apr 2009 01:39:00 GMT |
Stuck on the boob tube |
Man, getting stuck on tv is very easy. Have you seen Nitros Circus or something like that? Crazy ass show. Then there was this special on Lohan's life. She has an extremely publicized life. Saw a...
Posted by on Wed, 11 Feb 2009 01:16:00 GMT |
A short - Terminal 8 |
25 feet. The sign says I cant be 25 feet from it if I want to smoke when the other sign is less than 20 feet from it. From a distance, I see a covered bench where the atmosphere is more suitable, c...
Posted by on Fri, 30 Jan 2009 20:26:00 GMT |
A short called "Ed" |
Ed, a man of no importance, at least that's how he sees himself, enters the room. The first thing he notices is the walls adorned with pictures, newspaper clippings, and diplomas. Everythi...
Posted by on Tue, 30 Dec 2008 04:38:00 GMT |
Seems like, streetlights, glowing, happen to be just like moments... |
Chaos. People call me, demanding answers to questions I answer while consciously scared to admit that I too don't know exactly what to do. Time is not something I can rely on. A deci...
Posted by on Sat, 06 Dec 2008 03:18:00 GMT |
