ok. |
"These Days, things are just okay..."Ringing through my veins, all these days the same.First, on top my list,a tryst:driving as Fast, just to be sane;forging new fasts,just to clear my brain."Why this...
Posted by rvbn on Thu, 19 Apr 2007 08:02:00 PST |
Coachella |
Yeah...
Posted by rvbn on Tue, 02 May 2006 09:06:00 PST |
Yeah, we're almost there... |
Each day when I wake, I'd love to, But I've considered the consequences, now, and I'd much rather be...You see,I have been exposed,To the brink of where this went.But to see that love go, Eclipsed, mu...
Posted by rvbn on Sun, 23 Apr 2006 12:38:00 PST |
Queens of the Stone Age, Foo Fighters, The Killers, Mars Volta.. |
Under the Mainstream Tide
Queens of the Stone Age, The Foo Fighters, The Killers, Mars Volta&
By rvbnblu
Well, what can I say?
Drinking before noon again. Sometimes I just can't keep a straig...
Posted by rvbn on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
Foe or Fiend? |
And you ask,"What else is there left for a person to do?
The luxury of modernity has brought upon a world in which you,
I mean you, too,
leave open ended patience
in place of desire,
and Fiends...
Posted by rvbn on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
MAL FEU |
From over the green moss
and then to cross, once over for you,
and once it is over--the view
can aid the enchantations of hidden forms of light.
The lover tries to free
all--to let it dance nee...
Posted by rvbn on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
the Trip |
The chyming of trains
and the fierceness of wind don't make the desert alright.
Twilightening the Zone
cracking radiators, fuck this town,
My alternator went down
the same way of the innoce...
Posted by rvbn on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
form the flattery |
No dear,
we only think that it is that way,
and the sounds that are near
want us to think it's away.
We all seem to forget that--
Life only looks like Death...
From those days when Chaos ...
Posted by rvbn on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
The DIN |
Until the first and of the last forever,
will has never matched up right...with this
forewarned and lonesome days--
bring it all to an end...to mend
"How could I have wanted you to believe me?
...
Posted by rvbn on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
on the tarot... |
"It's a dictionary of sorts--when you look up a words definition, the word creates what it means in you when you read it. The tarot is symbols, sometimes words, numbers, but in the end you still get ...
Posted by rvbn on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
