A TALE OF DREAMS |
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Posted by on Wed, 08 Jul 2009 23:44:00 GMT |
A TALE OF TREES |
Theres
something in these swamps that makes the trees grow queer, thats how Ive heard
it told at any rate. Darkly they stand, immune to axe and fire, dipping their
roots in the mud. Its said th...
Posted by on Wed, 24 Jun 2009 14:38:00 GMT |
CATCHING UP |
I live in caves where flashlights dance and bats hang from the ceiling and mermaids go to dry. I have many friends here, all of them drawn on the stone walls. They are of manycolours, I think, althoug...
Posted by on Sat, 28 Mar 2009 16:16:00 GMT |
SHE DREAMS THE DREAMS OF WARM MACHINES |
No trays of iced tea orPineapple juiceAwait her in the shadeAfter hours and hours of labourAt night there will be no kisses pinned,Like medals,To her naked chest-by Mathias Bällsten
Posted by on Tue, 11 Nov 2008 12:34:00 GMT |
TIME VS. MY GRANDFATHER |
My grandfather doesn't hate Time, exactly, but he defies it every chance he gets. As a child,before my grandmother passed, I would visit them often and stay at their house. It had a great big garden...
Posted by on Tue, 11 Nov 2008 10:58:00 GMT |
HAIRSTYLES |
"You spend half your life wishing you had curly hair," said Hamlet. "You stop combing your hair, put all kinds of products in it, you're always twirling it, messing it up. Right? But as you grow up an...
Posted by on Fri, 29 Aug 2008 10:47:00 GMT |
THE STORY I HATE TELLING |
Paul Schrader (or someone exactly like him) kicked me in the nuts once, in a parkinglot. I don't like to talk about it much, but every so often when I'm out with my friends, one of them will bring it ...
Posted by on Mon, 14 Jul 2008 18:57:00 GMT |
PRIME MOVER |
The sky is all pheromones and sweat as the stars slither into brand new constellations. I'm remaking the world tonight, into a funkier place. I'm going back to the beginning to make my Director's Cut,...
Posted by on Fri, 20 Jun 2008 14:08:00 GMT |
THE OLD GANG |
Aah, the old gang what a jolly bunch of miscreants from the magical summers of youth! I think back on them, sometimes, as I lean back in my armchair, sipping some fine brandy and puffing on somethin...
Posted by on Sat, 17 May 2008 19:23:00 GMT |
EXPLORERS |
The whites of the containment suits - like pearly teeth in the mouth of space. The darkness around us weighs nothing. The darkness inside me does not. - by Mathias Bällsten
Posted by on Mon, 12 May 2008 15:50:00 GMT |
