Wasp |
There is nobody sleeping at home tonight.There are so many conversations and subtle arrangements.People are lingering, and stalling.Every word is like taffy being pulled, and there is a gentle hum in ... Posted by kevin on Thu, 10 Apr 2008 09:20:00 PST |
03-22-08 |
there is a song playing on the bus, and the voice sounds like it is tapping, and all the words are abbreviated to short puffs of air. (like an eye exam) everyone is moving to the song in some way if y... Posted by kevin on Tue, 01 Apr 2008 12:54:00 PST |
vendor |
when at first you see, see not waning, the sun.your first drink, please, not earlydraw venom, out in pencilpurse, not lips a prize awarded in full, tax free, ringing like a tiny leather bell.... Posted by kevin on Tue, 19 Feb 2008 10:12:00 PST |
tomes |
i was in a hurry today, curled out, so maybe it is possible i forgot something at home.it was so strange, but after i left the house i could walk faster than normal, faster and faster and faster, it w... Posted by kevin on Tue, 12 Feb 2008 12:15:00 PST |
telephone, my stairway |
there was a meal like a railing you might see;it was morning, your commute, it is steel (brushed),the cold tells you to avoid this railing.our saftey cost you comfort, how steep.but the railing is war... Posted by kevin on Wed, 30 Jan 2008 12:28:00 PST |
for jw |
please, no more requests.sealing, i am.please, no more greetings or requests.sealing, i am.savages know better than the surrounded, whoever they may be,that the confessionis endless.... Posted by kevin on Wed, 23 Jan 2008 11:42:00 PST |
the gun club |
great article with some pretty funny shit about JLP on here...worth a read.http://www.furious.com/perfect/gunclub.html Posted by kevin on Tue, 22 Jan 2008 10:40:00 PST |
Lexicon Devil |
some of my favorite quotes from the darby crash story.pretty funny stuff, mostly."My favorite Darby quote was at the fake show that got filmed for 'The Decline...'. They wouldn't allow any alcohol in ... Posted by kevin on Fri, 09 Nov 2007 12:11:00 PST |
from a long lost friend |
"fondling, she saith, since i have hemmed thee here within the circuit of this ivory pale, i'll be a park, and thou shall be my deer; Feed where thou wilt, on moutain or in dale: Graze on my lips; an... Posted by kevin on Wed, 07 Nov 2007 08:57:00 PST |
made to pay attention (when i’m close to the road) |
bien, well played.you still smelled like that replacements song, arriving home.french fries.but, no smoking.so i could save the fifteen minutes of washing your hair, and, instead, spend it just runnin... Posted by kevin on Mon, 05 Nov 2007 07:43:00 PST |