HAPPY BIRTHDAY SWEET SIXTEEN |
First of all, her parents aren't real. That's not to say her parents aren't her real parents: Ofcourse they are, they would have to be, in order for everything to be so perfect. But, they're not real....
Posted by diamondwhite on Sat, 25 Aug 2007 07:42:00 PST |
The Souvenirs of Life And Death. |
I sat there for a long time, but there was no point at which I was unaware of the perishables he had left behind. We sat there together, the last of his actions and me. They were so LOUD. And, I remem...
Posted by diamondwhite on Mon, 11 Jun 2007 11:57:00 PST |
melodramatic personality seeks total straight-head for possible life trauma. |
You'll be the war, and I'll be the war-torn, and I'll be underground society, printing pamphlets on cheap paper. You'll be the war, and I'll be the boys back home and the boys on the front line, and t...
Posted by diamondwhite on Mon, 21 May 2007 05:05:00 PST |
one plus one |
he sits like a rock on a pile of rocks and looks, and bleeds out observations, says there are no miracles only misunderstandings. she sits like a sticky film in an emtied glass, doesn't throw stones...
Posted by diamondwhite on Sat, 28 Apr 2007 06:19:00 PST |
modern art! |
an enormous white sculpture that is the word YEAH on a hillside near a motorway. everyone passing in their car agrees with the big yeah. ...
Posted by diamondwhite on Sat, 28 Apr 2007 05:26:00 PST |
gravity |
you are walking down overgrown steps, you are wearing grey. the steps are grey and old and worn away. and you are in a daze, and you are making your way home. you are not looking where your feet are s...
Posted by diamondwhite on Sat, 21 Apr 2007 06:41:00 PST |
