My Imagination Is An Automatic Weapon. |
My imagination is an automatic weapon. One shell falls other fills its place in the line up of the never ending clip of my mind. Now Fingers burn. Back at the machinegun! My eyes see pass the battle a...
Posted by on Fri, 27 Jun 2008 01:23:00 GMT |
i always liked this song. |
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Boots of Spanish Leather
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Oh, I'm sailin' away my own true love,I'm sailin' away in the morning.Is there something I can send you from across the ...
Posted by on Thu, 05 Jun 2008 09:28:00 GMT |
mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm trees |
So I woke to trees, many of them. Tall green, brown and some black. I thought to myself these trees need color. And then I painted a tree. My first tree, but not my last. And so it began. The building...
Posted by on Tue, 03 Jun 2008 00:27:00 GMT |
