Bukowski |
- [ ] I cry for Bukowski as my stomach turns over- [ ] My house of cards has come crashing down on itself- [ ] I remember to breathe- [ ] And I remember peace within this time of war- [ ] I couldn't s...
Posted by Matteo on Thu, 30 Nov 2006 10:57:00 PST |
Salute Your Sorrow |
"Don't make promises; It's not promised." And with that, T-Mac kills it. Smash a home run out the park. Similar to hitting blunts after dark. So when we spark, the art of creativity fly off the eyes o...
Posted by Matteo on Wed, 22 Nov 2006 10:43:00 PST |
Moving |
I will not plan for tomorrow until I've succeeded today. Sit and pray for better ways of learning. And to quiet the yearning that's grown fond of showing itself as a burning emotion. Evoking the notio...
Posted by Matteo on Mon, 10 Apr 2006 09:34:00 PST |
Slavin said if you bite this you will die |
-Make figures / add digits / keep lyrics / so wicked / spit fire / hot shit an' / meet your brother in the kitchen / 'cuz Im cooking all edibles / highly intellectual / master all sections through / a...
Posted by Matteo on Tue, 28 Mar 2006 09:07:00 PST |
Now I Must Walk Alone |
This is real talk. Imagination became sacred back in the days when blazing wasn't even a statement, but rather adjacent to the struggle of a sun rise, a hundred times over and still haven't discovered...
Posted by Matteo on Thu, 08 Dec 2005 04:37:00 PST |
