iKEEPYOU |
HUNGRY LOVE in a world of months and minutes. sleepy little HEARts in a basket woven over with ventricle poubts. young numbers perfect and sounding like feet talking on a concrete stick. leaning over...
Posted by on Sun, 03 May 2009 14:54:00 GMT |
Soon Enough We'll Go Home |
Gonna buy some tails. Put them into some water and watch them grow. gonna cut them off at the shiniest part of their body. Gonna eat some excretion from the love veins of the unpopular places we tend ...
Posted by on Sun, 19 Apr 2009 11:39:00 GMT |
Invite and no show |
he made his way through the town with a bag of smiles on his hip and a scar across his lips. now everytime they look he'll be able to share the wealth. his whiskey evening so long ago yesterday was ju...
Posted by on Sun, 29 Mar 2009 11:03:00 GMT |
the changling |
metamorphose. an object is cut off from its name, habits, associations. detached, it becomes only the thing, in and of itself. when this disintegration into pure existence is at last achieved, the obj...
Posted by on Sun, 15 Mar 2009 11:58:00 GMT |
Storie and the Melting Skin |
I wonder who is sleeping in your old room. that room where we fell in love. The further we get from the sun the colder it gets. the way my life feels at this moment in time. sunshine. where will you h...
Posted by on Sun, 30 Nov 2008 18:58:00 GMT |
my lovely |
my lovely makes me wish i had wings. she creates a world i want to live in. soon the rain will come and wash me away towards her wonderful skin.( Storie makes a note of this stitch that unhitches from...
Posted by on Mon, 24 Nov 2008 08:21:00 GMT |
here come the crows |
this night finds us here. simply unconventional. i like your questions. answers aren't that important. focus on the wind. i hear it coming. like the crows. here they come. here come the crows. like mi...
Posted by on Thu, 23 Oct 2008 02:40:00 GMT |
she |
i love the way you look at me and when you walk away. every day has it's dog and every dog has it's day.clouds travel downtown over the river, through the valley and out of the mouth towards the state...
Posted by on Sat, 27 Sep 2008 15:34:00 GMT |
De Tales of Love and Glory |
i was walking on water so high above the sand. i was wondering what the hell could happen next. possibly anything. or nothing. or maybe i was worried about the inevitable conclusion. this wanting. thi...
Posted by on Sun, 14 Sep 2008 18:02:00 GMT |
need percussion |
storie wanted to know if there was anyone out there who would want to play some lite percussion for our songs or if you know of anyone who wants to contribute a little something to a musical project.....
Posted by on Sun, 10 Aug 2008 08:47:00 GMT |
