some people laugh... |
breakfast was a huge successthe kind that grandma would spread on a table-almost. a seed of hope for the dirt of the day.a budding work-a-day morning and somehow you dragged what really was some compa...
Posted by on Sat, 21 Feb 2009 08:03:00 GMT |
london |
1/2/09 --london hotel room--5:48am"twenty pence" she says out loud." that's what it costs to use the bathroom in a shady sort of tube station" "thirty for the mens' room." i add. bath towels are...
Posted by on Tue, 06 Jan 2009 08:02:00 GMT |
edgar allen poe |
f@ck Saw part 16... Poe is the O.G. horror writer. just finished reading some over the last couple days and was inspired. and these be the fruits:with pointed finger andwith pointed wordshe takes my h...
Posted by on Sun, 16 Nov 2008 08:28:00 GMT |
this guy could make me believe |
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ato7BtisXzE
if you don't have time for the whole speech, forward to about 20 minutes into it. here's where we really start to get into it. but hear the whole...
Posted by on Mon, 08 Sep 2008 05:02:00 GMT |
song lyrics |
it's the same old pieces falling into linethe same old practice in a another timeslaves are slavesbut with another namepumped full of prideso they don't feel the weightyou believe that you got it made...
Posted by on Sat, 19 Apr 2008 10:58:00 GMT |
untitled spoken word |
free your mind and the rest will follow...but wait, that's not my linestolen or "borrowed" like so much from our timeor repeated so much it got wedged up insideinformation, propaganda, advertisement a...
Posted by on Fri, 11 Apr 2008 14:32:00 GMT |
rainy day downer. |
the morning relentlessas the day was wetand you’re a drivng rainsoaking my soul down with painwarm thoughts of the sun doesn’t change what was donewet to the skin,and it looks llike i...
Posted by on Fri, 04 Apr 2008 07:04:00 GMT |
make the miricle, pump the lyrical- new shit. |
---wea-ry bourne---a new set of sensescalls to my eyesspark caught in my handchance to live againthe severed selftongue burnt complacentfodder for the fire of burning changefed a sparkcaught in my han...
Posted by on Mon, 28 Jan 2008 05:26:00 GMT |
some spoken word |
that dirty day when fell on my shouldersshamecenturies deepshamenever endured by those that garnered.the callus crushing fistof empire.the overseer.the pale plauge.slithering through the underbrushsei...
Posted by on Thu, 03 Jan 2008 16:51:00 GMT |
as of yet unnammed... continued. |
so.... i found myself a new band. we're jamming our hearts out three nights a week, and writing for all we're worth at any other free moment. exhilerating.exhausting.infuckingcredible.can't ...
Posted by on Wed, 21 Nov 2007 23:06:00 GMT |
