let's suppose it all makes sense. |
i'm unearthed and beached here, on this foggy and dim night, listening to this oxygenated and rusty album as i become increasingly overwhelmed by regret over not having discovered this angelic work so...
Posted by on Fri, 27 Mar 2009 20:15:00 GMT |
sur la table |
reading people, like a game of chess, thinking multiple moves ahead to foresee actions and reactions in a conversation, let alone the relationship as a whole. i'm terrible at it, but at the same ti...
Posted by on Tue, 13 Jan 2009 19:12:00 GMT |
this aint a real easy subject for me at the moment, but whatever... |
per usual, i have a billion things rushing through my head. per usual, mostly incoherent rubbish. per usual, there's the pull and tug of emotions weighing on certain thoughts, intentional or unint...
Posted by on Wed, 07 Jan 2009 18:12:00 GMT |
jumping jacquelines |
unknown memoriesmeld sweat shots 'til nine, then mineadopts stolen selves.maxed under your breathbut you'd be last to tell mesweeter sound than mutes.hardcore lovecasterelemental blood-letterhastens h...
Posted by on Sat, 03 Jan 2009 06:45:00 GMT |
concurrency |
hot flash break your beatself-sponsored rigamarollingstems flesh stamp your feet
Posted by on Sat, 03 Jan 2009 06:41:00 GMT |
turning over |
for over a year now, i haven't been able to sleep a full night without a glass of water to awaken to, otherwise i get the hiccups. i rolled over and groaned this morning before seven, less than ...
Posted by on Thu, 01 Jan 2009 14:37:00 GMT |
effervescence |
wind chimes and heartbeatsquivering lips find their mate,syncopated bliss
Posted by on Tue, 30 Dec 2008 18:34:00 GMT |
firefighting |
the smoke trails and pacings of a madman in heatwith canopy fully lit and soul ablaze;this is the fire i live for,seemingly inextinguishable.i can't stop writing. such a thing has never happened...
Posted by on Tue, 30 Dec 2008 16:23:00 GMT |
the empress of embers |
how he caredfar, far too muchand not nearly, nearly enough; his heart exploded with apathyand sprung forth mourning dew. her only son gone,leaving scraps of a lifedated photographs and signed lettersa...
Posted by on Tue, 30 Dec 2008 13:16:00 GMT |
the bigger we are |
you've broken my fever,so we cast the skin of maladyand sing of a god's slung punch,and whose wrists are broken now?we'll plaster and cast your mighty hand holstersand while slung, your marionettes ar...
Posted by on Tue, 30 Dec 2008 13:07:00 GMT |
