Dear MySpace |
1. Start filtering who you accept advert money from you fucking mind-erasers. There are children on here and yr fucking the future of culture into an endless pit. It's disgusting. 2. That's all for no...
Posted by on Sun, 02 Aug 2009 20:19:00 GMT |
I'm surrounded by new electronic devices. |
It's like I'm at the helm of the fucking Enterprise. Except without the education.Except without the unitard.Except without the lady voice.Except without the dilithium crystals.Except without the gala...
Posted by on Mon, 04 May 2009 12:48:00 GMT |
2:03 |
[That's how old I feel today. {still feel it, when that light hits just right} The last downer ounce fully draind from my bloodstream for years if not forever. A heart that needed that not-so-secretly...
Posted by on Sun, 02 Nov 2008 23:21:00 GMT |
Palin, Politics, and Posturing |
So, Palin's in.
McCain and his team fascinate me, holding their Madison Avenue psych-knowledge AK with its crosshairs steadily aimed at the uninformed.
This, thou...
Posted by on Sun, 31 Aug 2008 21:32:00 GMT |
ne penthos |
Nepenthe...A word I learned from Henry Miller...A word that makes sense to me.A word I harness sometimes.Nepenthe...A restaurant in Big Sur, and a haunt of Miller's for a short while.I'll go there som...
Posted by on Sat, 05 Jul 2008 04:03:00 GMT |
Hymne à l'amour |
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H2K-tv05Is4
Posted by on Thu, 03 Jul 2008 23:10:00 GMT |
Fishes, Tears, Tails, Necks, Titles, and One Answer |
Dear Blog,Wow.That last blog was sad.I have one small tear. It's very small. Is a tear like the ocean? The answer is: yes. Should I title my MySpace Pro-file "Fish Boy Swims Both Up and Down, Then Van...
Posted by on Sun, 29 Jun 2008 12:14:00 GMT |
If you wanna be my 'friend'. |
You should send me a message instead of just randomly adding me and hoping I'll add you back. That works better for me.Ok.Ok.Ok.Puter.I may be paranoid. But. No. Android.
Posted by on Fri, 27 Apr 2007 13:57:00 GMT |
Bringing It All Back Home |
Again That Molded Rotting Tank Where All The Blue Massive Giants Hold In Their Breath Like Skeletons and we watch while it becomes hole, kinda like dead only not, and cry.
Posted by on Thu, 05 Oct 2006 21:28:00 GMT |
Quiet Like Leaf |
Thin White Glass Skin
(Like Fear or Nothing),
Like Doll
Reverse Mouth, Taped and Laughing.
Inside Ear, Chasm and Empty Word,
Eye that See Paint not Bone.
Quiet, Her, in Face of Old True Heart -
...
Posted by on Fri, 29 Sep 2006 14:21:00 GMT |
