you are here |
Begin with the finest tequilla I've had in my life. Crash with screaming into the waves,and prostrating crisped skin to pools in the sand.Mother, please hold me. You are here.And talk of a family brok...
Posted by on Tue, 11 Mar 2008 17:14:00 GMT |
They call me wanderer |
I am the speakerthe carrierthe mouthI am the cuttingOf space with words that could not come until now,could not be heard.And perhaps they missed thier mark.Perhaps some filtered in some landedbut carr...
Posted by on Tue, 11 Mar 2008 16:48:00 GMT |
CHANGE AND REARRANGE AND FIX |
Ive discovered that i hate writing on computers. Its like the creativity valve has a keg of beer on top of it. Its all pinched and backed up. I end up feeling like im writing for all the wrong reasons...
Posted by on Wed, 01 Mar 2006 23:36:00 GMT |
