That's mice |
I sat under the white blanket, inside a pyramid thoughts are pointed eternal.
Chills make shivs up spinal connection to the ikonic stars above.
Even, though unfair, ideas melt like snow flakes, they f...
Posted by on Fri, 10 Mar 2006 09:23:00 GMT |
Today it was. |
Greedy got green the spinner of tunes. When the drums got flattened and the strings were tight. That was the flow of the recording session imprompted by Camillia and her magnetic band of recorded part...
Posted by on Thu, 02 Mar 2006 03:31:00 GMT |
goodbye me friend the tree and bee |
The sun makes it's wings glisten and ears lissen to conversational buzz language. This bee was displaced by a chainsaw and pink hard hatter.The buzz sayz words but the bee avoids nerds and doesn't lik...
Posted by on Thu, 23 Feb 2006 10:40:00 GMT |
A meticulous request in finite poetic styling |
Surfing on semantic waves. Tongues licking smooth shores. Erode sand in hand. Gypsy swimmers fan the map for familiar words.
Posted by on Sun, 01 Jan 2006 17:03:00 GMT |
