A key to the cage - |
don't even waste yourtime. this entry is for me and them, but if your one of them, then by all means...
i'm preserving the dead by accepting my past. to recieve light, i must cast shadows - the b... Posted by Casey Reid on Mon, 09 Jul 2007 02:03:00 PST |
drunkard me drunkard my |
blogtime stories: Whats the wait?
'I am the miscombobulateD ONE.' Over the years i had spilled so much sanity from my mouth that i went and lost it all. Her shirts all wet from my ... Posted by Casey Reid on Tue, 03 Apr 2007 02:09:00 PST |
its just a scar now with stories to tell. |
post bleed flow...
they left trails all along the city - my crimson stains among their smears, raising a marked civilization. i didn't know i had let, until i was replentished. sabbaticals a... Posted by Casey Reid on Tue, 30 Jan 2007 01:51:00 PST |
Ecclesiastics and Melody |
Musicians are interpretors of imagination and soul: spinners' of tales told through the eye of observation, whose eye is always unique to their seer. Just as there is a time for everything, so be... Posted by Casey Reid on Sat, 22 Apr 2006 05:11:00 PST |