wrinkled carpet and bent boxes |
"But if you love and must needs have desires, let these be your desires:to melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night. To know the pain of too much tenderness. To be wounded ... Posted by Scoopy on Wed, 13 Dec 2006 02:53:00 PST |
so what do you make of it now |
The ballad starts slow, gradual movements of bodies and rhythem slow the amibient temporal moment into a painful shift of position. The dirt swirling below their feet scatter within the indifferent br... Posted by Scoopy on Wed, 22 Nov 2006 09:32:00 PST |
movement doesn't matter...its still dead |
my grip tightens around the shard, the cool, slick presence of blood and frustration glide along the edge, landing upon the ground by my feet. they are unnoticed however, as my attention becomes fixat... Posted by Scoopy on Mon, 13 Nov 2006 02:37:00 PST |