a place to melt (revision) |
and as he was nursed back to health they both lay under a tent made from walrus or sealion or maybe even polar bear skins and a small fire flickered between them. "I thought maybe you could slee...
Posted by Eric Wilson! on Sat, 03 Nov 2007 12:45:00 PST |
a place to melt. |
They were taking a plane north to Alaska. You know. To see the great cold wilderness. Something different. Something new. in a small plane that only fit 10 passengers at most.&...
Posted by Eric Wilson! on Sat, 03 Nov 2007 10:08:00 PST |
Good Damage. |
I was watching a kids show this eveningand I rememberedhow invincible I once feltlike maybeI could do a significant amountof damage to the world if I just sowilled itgood damagelike the kind that woul...
Posted by Eric Wilson! on Mon, 22 Oct 2007 05:11:00 PST |
Who Knows What. |
LatelyI've been burningset aflame bywho knows whatthe dull pain that we live withthe fire in our hearts and soulsmaybe. I just remember a story about a man who went off to the ...
Posted by Eric Wilson! on Mon, 15 Oct 2007 12:53:00 PST |
never that home run. |
when I was eightmy aunt was dying from extreme pancreatic cancershe had a glass eyeI played little league baseballand as she lay dyingand as I stood cryingshe looked at me with her onegood eyeand her ...
Posted by Eric Wilson! on Thu, 04 Oct 2007 12:41:00 PST |
Answers answers answers answers. |
I can't decide what the hell I'm doing do I go to school for more Art and what would I do with that? create more shit that's not needed in the first place? and continue to work at worthless jobs that ...
Posted by Eric Wilson! on Wed, 03 Oct 2007 04:18:00 PST |
Something Like Communicating. |
I really do miss you and I really do hope everything is going well for you. really really well. I want you to be happy and I hope you are I know I shouldn't be bothering you with this but yes, I...
Posted by Eric Wilson! on Sat, 29 Sep 2007 03:29:00 PST |
Alternatives. |
I think of howit would be to burnto deathwhile others wonderabout the next time they will get laid andpaid.I reproach myself as I wonderwhat makes them so deserving of enjoying life(assuming that they...
Posted by Eric Wilson! on Sat, 29 Sep 2007 03:16:00 PST |
Auld Daug |
he were a fighter oncecrazy haired andwild eyedsnarling and drooling and baring rotten, yellow teetheating down the scraps of what was left of some kind of humanityhe were toughand he learned how to s...
Posted by Eric Wilson! on Tue, 18 Sep 2007 10:28:00 PST |
ye who enter here. |
twenty yearsand this is when it kicksme in the shinsthat I've never had any rightto blame someone for someoneelse's mistakes. 2 yearsand 3 years and4 yearsthrough 14 yearsof moldy, mushy mindedlevels ...
Posted by Eric Wilson! on Tue, 18 Sep 2007 04:46:00 PST |
