yellow gliss jar |
Oh gawd,pass on the lard,breakin off shardslike peach tea in a jar.Bars fuckin suck and that's all there is to it. I want to live in one. bring me home to the stool and put some peanuts in my mouth a...
Posted by on Wed, 30 Aug 2006 21:23:00 GMT |
argh |
argh,onomonopeaic at best, cliche at worstwhoever invented that one should've won a medala big gold shiny gleeming medalbright and shiny on the outsideyou can even see your reflection in itIt would gl...
Posted by on Thu, 03 Aug 2006 21:33:00 GMT |
eat |
meetin greetinsuckin on an ant headburied to deep in sleep for lifestanding demandingflyin on the desertlandin on a perch of bonesya grip ya dripgloatin on a goatthey off to heaven when you doneyou ge...
Posted by on Fri, 10 Feb 2006 16:20:00 GMT |
progress |
what to say, about my wasted day?
my going everywhere in a car boring day.
my headache while on the congested freeway
or maybe it's just all in my head. I'm better off dead
and that's all there is...
Posted by on Tue, 27 Jul 2004 21:29:00 GMT |
dead battery |
race against time
the mac will die
race against time
no matter how hard you try
race against time
the batteries going
time has one
my applications are closing!
Posted by on Mon, 26 Jul 2004 16:12:00 GMT |
my cookie today |
"The Clouds will Rain
Success On To You."
Like droplets of money,
Dollops of honey,
Career and a
family to rear?
Or maybe a partnership, tested and true
will fall from the sky to just to wo...
Posted by on Thu, 22 Jul 2004 14:41:00 GMT |
heady rain |
today it rained.
but not in real life; in my head.
it never rains here,
if it did we'd all be in big trouble.
The rain started when I got in the shower.
It seeped in through my hair,
and colle...
Posted by on Wed, 21 Jul 2004 19:56:00 GMT |
you |
Every morning,
I wake up in the same blissful space,
It finds it way in past my eyelids,
and melds with my brain,
a perfect morning.
A sleepless night awakening,
to a ripe gold day,
filled w...
Posted by on Mon, 19 Jul 2004 19:38:00 GMT |
songs |
Poets sang songs, like Bob Dylan never had.
Of course Bob is great and we wouldn't refute that,
but poets sing with their mouths closed.
Bob can't do that.
Pages become measures and words notes,...
Posted by on Mon, 19 Jul 2004 11:38:00 GMT |
analogistical |
I'd say the best part about this nifty little cute adorable "blog" button is that absolutely no one is ever going to read them.
Imagine that? I have probably have already written a few thousand w...
Posted by on Sun, 18 Jul 2004 18:22:00 GMT |
