Ye "good" ole dayz. |
We were dogs made of glass off their leashes,
when we were high we had eachother in creases,
we supported one another and when we fell to peices,
we were ready to repair with super-glue and tweas...
Posted by on Tue, 28 Oct 2008 11:02:00 GMT |
When I walk... |
...Alot of the time I like to get lost in my own imagination,
Orchestrating fights between huge robots leaving behind them a path of destruction,
Genetically enhanced super soldiers levelling estates...
Posted by on Thu, 16 Oct 2008 18:17:00 GMT |
He will fight. |
For my brother...
I don't remember when but something must've happened,
because that dimple cheacked boy's soul blackened,
I don't remember a night where he just sat and...
Spoke to me.
...
Posted by on Thu, 09 Oct 2008 19:24:00 GMT |
Council housed and violent |
Council Housed And Violent
Look at you with your...
Laminated floorin', fuckin' sky lightin', leather 3 piece suite an' smoothly paved concrete; with your fuckin' latest model car in the driveway an' ...
Posted by on Mon, 22 Sep 2008 18:51:00 GMT |
Off road. |
I look like shit. Hair scruffed up, scraggly and wirey. Nose running, half blocked, wearing 4 day old socks. It looks like a grenade went off in here, everything stacked and piled. Order by chaos. Fe...
Posted by on Sun, 07 Sep 2008 08:26:00 GMT |
Another zombie holocaust. |
Order and Anarchy dancing hand in hand to the beat of fullscale riotting in Utopia.
The 21st century god replies to no e-mails but living without it is the ultimate phobia.
Shellshocked survi...
Posted by on Sun, 24 Aug 2008 13:11:00 GMT |
The killing field. |
What the fuck happened? Dazed and confused. Got a fat lip and a left eye replaced by a big purple bruise. A booming headache, thumping and pulsing like the drums of ancient voodoo. The bridge of my n...
Posted by on Thu, 07 Aug 2008 10:04:00 GMT |
Bad things...Good people |
This isn't finished yet, these are just some examples.
Amidst the alcoholics and the local enforcers, high street human traffic and ear splitting noises, a single mother's screaming and swearing wond...
Posted by on Thu, 31 Jul 2008 10:26:00 GMT |
There’s something in my knife |
Disclaimer: This isn't about me, or anyone I know for that matter. It's just some random shit I wrote when I was bored. I'm pretty sure all my knives are inanimate objects and do not worship them as ...
Posted by on Tue, 22 Jul 2008 11:29:00 GMT |
In the garden with the goddess |
Breathing TetraHydroCannibol in the garden of memories,
sunshine slicing through the strong branches and leaves,
the old protectors guarding "he who rolls" from the breeze,
not that much can be wrong...
Posted by on Thu, 10 Jul 2008 12:06:00 GMT |
