F is for _AITH |
it was beautifulbut the voicesscreamed otherwise.LIFE LI_E LIEsomething got misplacedbetween the wine and personal luxury.for nostalgia's sakesing me a hymnso i can beat myself up again.and stai...
Posted by on Sun, 28 Jan 2007 22:02:00 GMT |
lunch. |
crawl, crawl, crawl. backwards.whispers. SCREAM.exposure = cure.the reflection pilgrimage.unpack a childs lunch paildark. dead. rotting...youth.former years. the best-forgotten.why, hello again! goodb...
Posted by on Wed, 30 Aug 2006 21:38:00 GMT |
red. |
blood is red. its not blue. so stop think about it before its exposed to oxygen. blue is too cold a colour to represent blood. it would be like artificial blue raspberry juice. fake and cheap. blood w...
Posted by on Tue, 22 Aug 2006 20:59:00 GMT |
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dust dirty gravesremove thick layersnostalgic death is hate-kissed lifekick cold groundhello dying deathpolish a tombstonehide dead trees sorrowscrew my handsscrew my feetinto a stop sign rewind. reme...
Posted by on Wed, 16 Aug 2006 14:01:00 GMT |
The Black Ink Prophets |
They are: the provocative minds of the 21st century.the nocturnal angst of anti-artificial inspiration. The ones who seize the night, scribbling like madmen beneath the dim yellow radiance of the desk...
Posted by on Fri, 06 Jan 2006 02:07:00 GMT |
