living again |
Im so tired of the things that I see,
The way that people talk is really getting to me.
Things like, Im so pretty wont you listen to me,
Im something Big .
I hold my tongue but its i...
Posted by on Wed, 29 Apr 2009 08:47:00 GMT |
Man From Nothing III Losing Marbles |
It was either a Thursday or a Sunday, but it felt more like a Thursday and I was having a heart to heart with a marble named Bertrand. He was a likeable character, shiny and smooth to touch, with a ri...
Posted by on Thu, 12 Feb 2009 17:41:00 GMT |
Man From Nothing II Empathy |
Some days go quicker than others in the enclosure, but mostly its a calm existence. The secret to success in my line of work is not to rush things. I am resigned to the fact that my task will take ti...
Posted by on Thu, 12 Feb 2009 17:39:00 GMT |
A Man From Nothing |
Nothing since the best one could be a slight exaggeration, but that is what it feels like. Things have become a little complicated over the past couple of years. My grip on reality has been loosened...
Posted by on Sat, 20 Dec 2008 10:45:00 GMT |
Inside Im Flying |
Jimmy was famous
In his own little way,
They called him the stardust kid.
He bummed all his smokes
From his chimney friends,
His life was a piece of shit.
But Jimmy's in love
Wit...
Posted by on Tue, 25 Nov 2008 15:26:00 GMT |
Long time coming |
Say hello to Barnaby he runs the human race.
He's an entry level astronaut with a head full of space.
From start line to the finish they've got him beaten down.
Inside he's a war...
Posted by on Mon, 24 Nov 2008 00:13:00 GMT |
Cats in Harvest |
Cats In Harvest
Superstitious cats keep crossing my path today and I feel to run them down.
I like to think of myself as a compassionate human being
By the way I always talk myself into...
Posted by on Mon, 13 Oct 2008 16:17:00 GMT |
Leaping Chasms |
This morning I woke to the sunrise, the smell of coffee and the shakes. To point out to the reader that doesn't wake with me (which is most of you), the coffee and sunrise is not...
Posted by on Thu, 04 Sep 2008 15:32:00 GMT |
WHAT CAN I SAY? |
Who am I to say these things?
These words are empty vessels,
They cannot know their importance.
Dam these words that march to their death at my command,
They are my pawns and ...
Posted by on Mon, 25 Aug 2008 04:59:00 GMT |
Whatever you think, it aint you. |
I am currently sitting down, writing you surrounded by countless draughts of what I want to say in this letter. In the earlier attempts I was trying too hard to be eloquent, myst...
Posted by on Sun, 24 Aug 2008 13:29:00 GMT |
