she said |
I saidtake breadwaterair from mebut not your laughterfor i would die.....something like that. rehashed slurred and blurry. she recites the whole poem.... verbatim. thats when i knew. i probably ...
Posted by sigmund fraud on Wed, 18 Jun 2008 03:21:00 PST |
I need to get over myself.... and this rather rushed ending |
This cold quiet night brings back memories of a train. The loud rumble of a few hundred tons of vibrating pig iron builds a thick film on my sense of hearing. Ears numb to the scree...
Posted by sigmund fraud on Thu, 12 Jun 2008 09:27:00 PST |
limits |
The great authors say that self imposed dead lines and limits are the things that coax the written word to evolve and flourish..... man that's gotta be some kinda bullshit. but lets just see what happ...
Posted by sigmund fraud on Fri, 11 Apr 2008 04:39:00 PST |
ok so |
I'm not who i thought i was i guess or maybe it's just because i was doing so much shit that i didn't want to or wouldn't do. shit i wouldn't do would be live the rest of my life in the service i...
Posted by sigmund fraud on Mon, 03 Mar 2008 11:08:00 PST |
With syphilus comes security |
I've noticed all of these gay ads on myspace.com...... makes me kinda curious about the amount of time I've spent on this site.
Posted by sigmund fraud on Wed, 30 Jan 2008 05:29:00 PST |
ahhhh hell |
How the hell did this happen. I'm coked on coffee it's 12 33 in the morning and i'm writing like a fiend. Four pages into the project i hit a writers block and now i'm working it out on a public forum...
Posted by sigmund fraud on Fri, 20 Oct 2006 12:39:00 PST |
the dutch |
started the goddamn slave trade... what the fuck do you know about it. everybody has a problem with racism these days how blasse. (french word i don't know how to spell) but why doesn't anybody have a...
Posted by sigmund fraud on Sun, 10 Sep 2006 02:17:00 PST |
introspection |
towards a new direction, i think. if you're reading this i know that you have come to a place in your life that have engendered 2 things. Boredom and an interest in introspection. first step. drink......
Posted by sigmund fraud on Fri, 01 Sep 2006 10:11:00 PST |
sounds like |
somebody just got shot on my block. there's blood on these walls and it's not mine... neither is the blood in the sink. I'm thinking of kickin rocks. a skiptown tattoo on my knucks would be nice. for ...
Posted by sigmund fraud on Fri, 09 Jun 2006 12:33:00 PST |
ninety five characters |
its' recently come to my recollection that i can't seem to recall much of my past. I think it's because i'm such a tormented soul. but for some reason i might just blame yeast. you see without yeast w...
Posted by sigmund fraud on Tue, 21 Mar 2006 02:48:00 PST |
