Demon's Sermon on the Martial Arts |
This is the next book I think im going to read. Looks pretty fuckin cool.So anyone have any suggestions on another good read, leme know. aight! I'm a readin fool!Or notPeace. p.s.I love you
Posted by on Thu, 12 Nov 2009 18:05:00 GMT |
Desires Running Wild |
I want to do yoga a on a teetering boulder!I want to build my ladies a castle from junkI want to build beds so high and mighty!They would have slides coming off their beds!Every morning would be an ad...
Posted by on Sun, 08 Nov 2009 19:01:00 GMT |
Cognative Assult |
Finding myself nothing more than a confident woman caught in an earthquake; The grounds solidity has all been nothing but a well maintained illusion.
Posted by on Sat, 07 Nov 2009 13:49:00 GMT |
Many Moons |
For many moons I have awaited my knight in shining armor; moon after moon, longing to be swept off my feet. Moon after moon, I had failed to notice the wings placed upon my shoulders. Moon after moo...
Posted by on Sat, 07 Nov 2009 13:40:00 GMT |
Gooble Gooble |
Working indside out, not just ouside in. Run, desire, RUN!
Posted by on Sat, 07 Nov 2009 13:37:00 GMT |
Wonderful Memories |
I spend the winter days thinking about the days of past. High school: The malicious task of naming new bongs, bong rips and blunts. Joints and fanatical pieces. Long walks by the train tracks, writ...
Posted by on Thu, 05 Nov 2009 17:43:00 GMT |
Kill The Wabbit |
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wGhQ2BDt4VE
Posted by on Wed, 28 Oct 2009 12:13:00 GMT |
Lucid |
He called me at 4:31 a.m. He apologized for calling so late. I was sleeping; I could hear the sleep in his voice as well. He said, I just needed to talk to someone, I just had a really intense dre...
Posted by on Mon, 26 Oct 2009 23:23:00 GMT |
Ode to the Night |
For the love of the falacious empire I want to love it -- to peicesLove it till is broken down --flooded with awarenessMake the long pilgramage to the oracle The voice hearer itselfInfection of though...
Posted by on Wed, 21 Oct 2009 17:07:00 GMT |
The Great dunes |
My personal version of chaos, that is, lack of all true sense of being. Creation and content; suspicion that causes great lack of true knowledge, or that which is called society. This is a humans per...
Posted by on Thu, 15 Oct 2009 20:35:00 GMT |
