Thursday Love Letter |
Dear Mr. Bo Red, Funny how you caught my I today in the delicate light that quilted between our single hearts. Only to say words cannot describe the feelings of those words not spoken, b... Posted by Because Why? on Fri, 11 May 2007 12:14:00 PST |
Silvia takes on This |
Love, love is strange Lot of people take it for a game Once you get it You'll never wanna quit (no, no) After you've had it (yeah, yeah) You're in an awful fix Many people Don't understand (no, no) Th... Posted by Because Why? on Fri, 11 May 2007 10:49:00 PST |
Garden |
Who opens their eyes at disbelief when the door hasn't even opened the mind? This blockage of matter sits in a rocking chair watching tv tell time, while no one knows this path of u... Posted by Because Why? on Tue, 08 May 2007 04:03:00 PST |
Open Arms and Cut with Scissors |
This label thing is everywhere, on every single thing we touch. We all hate 'em, well...if you're the kind of person who doesn't like labeling. I don't like label... Posted by Because Why? on Tue, 24 Apr 2007 07:25:00 PST |
the BIG "V" |
Vesp air ventures vere vile visitation vucks and vucks and vucks the very vit of vitality veft en vee. See how tough it is to get a point> to cross? Aye me! ... Posted by Because Why? on Tue, 10 Apr 2007 09:35:00 PST |
I Have a Multivariable |
I grab my limp nipple, just to make sure it's still there. I creep the door out and smooth the stationary high-tech ambiance with my touch. How in the hell could there be silence with such climactic o... Posted by Because Why? on Tue, 13 Mar 2007 11:37:00 PST |
Wasteland |
She grasped the craig with crooked hands,Close to the sun in lonely lands. Feining for the seeLike a tumbleweed she crawls.... Posted by Because Why? on Tue, 13 Mar 2007 11:30:00 PST |
fuck the fuck (part II) |
i crouch through tithings of amplifictic means to what you are. i am kept in dysponia relatum mode; a muse at times of loneliness and seen as a mime. black is my shadow and blue is it's guide. fuck th... Posted by Because Why? on Wed, 27 Sep 2006 12:28:00 PST |
no cat treasure, real shit. |
at times i wish things would just make sense...non of this lessness in senseless...i loathe a hard crust, baked in charm'ed titanium. illusion is confusion with a wooden hoarse shamed, not tamed, to s... Posted by Because Why? on Tue, 09 May 2006 05:08:00 PST |
Silenced Words |
Gunusual each day i step in your shadow. tipped point blank, fullness whithers in precision as we dance in and out of light. ignition pulls me away and staples us together like a pamphlet: one s... Posted by Because Why? on Mon, 03 Apr 2006 02:49:00 PST |