The O-riginale |
what words can describe.....if any can
enraged ive just turned the page
and now the words have come to life
the story has begun and whats left untold
still remains undone.
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Posted by on Thu, 21 Aug 2008 15:10:00 GMT |
[0-60] Ken Block's snowboard/rally bit from DC's Mtn.Lab 1.5 |
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Av0VsTxJd78
Posted by on Tue, 08 Jul 2008 15:05:00 GMT |
finally finale |
"juggle"from you to whoon the floorof what...of fourof four of your ploorsbreak the door and go inwhere there is here orup again and thento what....right back downdown where it hurtswhere it hurts the...
Posted by on Fri, 27 Jun 2008 16:57:00 GMT |
fucked |
don't give up hopebloody and lost, my heinous acts of shamelessness are never forgotten.distraught, but never dismissed, never distracted.incessant thoughts of the should have beens plague my restles...
Posted by on Tue, 24 Jun 2008 19:19:00 GMT |
For the lover, where ever she may be |
Ive lost my shadow.I hid behind a tree.Like the tall city towers,the tree blocks the sun,hides the time.It keeps me guarded. Strong and relentless,my shadow wars and battles.And my new found friend s...
Posted by on Thu, 12 Jun 2008 09:39:00 GMT |
some more words of wierdness |
in the lands of of water and sand
my eyes are dry of tears.
no more fears of silence,
no more desires to fly through space.
in time to find my life
i plunge myself through the ca...
Posted by on Thu, 12 Jun 2008 09:22:00 GMT |
this one is for you...and youll know it if you read it |
lights out greens trouble
in the mournings the birds flown south
for the winter.
and still that sad sorrow remains.
long past a girls trouble and pain.
I trust in my rock
the foundatinos...
Posted by on Mon, 09 Jun 2008 09:01:00 GMT |
this one is for myself (and for all yall who like weird stuff too) |
its and up and down thing
as the sun goes down
iI close my mind
to rest
only you eyes rain
with years of
fear
lay your head tired
thoughts of death
dead to the shame
only one man ...
Posted by on Mon, 09 Jun 2008 08:33:00 GMT |
my saturdays |
fuzzy night skies, yellow dresses blowing on bylaughing, singing, new people, fun places, pushing, shoving, fucking hating.and again i crytogether goodbye.roaring motors, bright lights flashing, glowi...
Posted by on Tue, 15 Apr 2008 19:55:00 GMT |
go fly a kite |
each day with the wind comes a new mysterywith every breath you breathe creates new hopein the wings of the birds may come rainbut today i cannot cryand today i’ve seen my heartand yesterday i n...
Posted by on Sat, 15 Mar 2008 12:57:00 GMT |
