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walking the earth is no less mystical than walking the moon or any other celestial body.
it's about where your attention is.
pay less attention to all the distractions we/they have created a...
Posted by on Tue, 28 Feb 2006 12:12:00 GMT |
sex (have you seen his click?!) |
i despise the word.
not the particular word. not a specific any one.
but rather, the foolish mistake that so many make.
to accept words themselves, regardless of language, as true explanatio...
Posted by on Tue, 17 Jan 2006 00:18:00 GMT |
liquid moon and the light is dripping down incessantly. |
words are here to communicate,
but i need to before it's too late.
words are slow as molasses on slate,
talk my way to the grave still with more to say.
i'm writing a thesis if art's not your ...
Posted by on Sun, 15 Jan 2006 22:10:00 GMT |
just like giuseppe!! |
i gotsa telescope now, whatcha gonna do ya lil' stinky ol' moon.
CAIN'T HIDE FROM ME NOW KENYA!!?
signed by:
me, the bonkers lil' buster.
Posted by on Tue, 10 Jan 2006 20:43:00 GMT |
progress is a trap. |
we keep it clandestine.
we seep into sleep.
my self is just as much what is contained within my skin as all things that are not.
why not?
your bodies and my bodies used to be things that...
Posted by on Sun, 18 Dec 2005 19:00:00 GMT |
the steady declination of tomorrows vs. the rise of expired yesterdays. |
it reminds me.
distinctly.
that sleep is something you just can't trust.
Posted by on Mon, 14 Mar 2005 01:32:00 GMT |
heathen (s) *** |
when we peel off our skin we never ever pain.
when we reap for our sins we never ever wane.
because we have copied the keys to your home.
and tonight it's a deathtrap.
Posted by on Sun, 13 Jun 2004 23:09:00 GMT |
i, cloudcrafter. |
every day is staring off the cliffs.
staring off the cliffs.
every day life flows out of my wrists.
out of my wrists.
more together i come with every stitch.
with every stitch.
i coast i...
Posted by on Fri, 16 Apr 2004 14:26:00 GMT |
mechanical fuck. |
somehow all the personalities i've ever had have decided to wake up at the same time.
my face is someone else that i just can't seem to recognize.
read: identity.
"of philosophy and craft ...
Posted by on Mon, 23 Feb 2004 14:17:00 GMT |
decomposition at 770 miles per hour. |
petey, you got the john bonham.
red and red and red.
V I R T U E S
O F
H U M I L I T Y.
awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww F U C K.
we'll show you. we'll show you everything.
in the span of one...
Posted by on Wed, 24 Dec 2003 23:10:00 GMT |
