Trees will turn to soil |
How is it that life is cyclicle but evolution is linear? Close your eyes and see the color of truth. spinning, shooting, bright yet dull. yesterday I saw my future; tommarrow I’ll see my past.... Posted by *^%* on Mon, 31 Mar 2008 01:39:00 PST |
Urban Lounge show; Never Kiss Always Tell |
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Just this |
I find that this is just this. I try to find a deeper meaning but this is just this. As soon as I realize, I just forget. Every thing I thought I knew is juxtaposed such that it makes no sense. ... Posted by *^%* on Mon, 26 Nov 2007 01:54:00 PST |
Some how |
I keep saying that this day is different. It is the day that warms my face. It is the day that warms my soul. Dark and deep I tell you that I shoud hide but only from you. How can I be with... Posted by *^%* on Mon, 26 Nov 2007 01:38:00 PST |
here and now |
I told myself that someday everything would be alright. I feel fine but I know it's not. How can I convince anyone of anything when I know better? My knowing is too deep. . . so convinced ... Posted by *^%* on Mon, 26 Nov 2007 11:20:00 PST |
These Days. Some Days. Today |
This blessing is my greatest curse but this delicate mask just covers the worst. The pedestal is too high and every time I fall I shatter. Buried deep within I yearn to be known. In my sou... Posted by *^%* on Thu, 15 Nov 2007 03:21:00 PST |
it's a receptor/promotor symbiotic relationship kids |
Synapses fried, the mechanics of every moment become rustier with eash damp exhale. The spaces between moments memories become illusive t... Posted by *^%* on Wed, 13 Dec 2006 03:53:00 PST |
just a little diddy |
the pounding darkness of silence fills the crevasse only momentarilyrolling to one side, consciousness creeps ininfiltrating the cool silence with a thousand thoughts of yesterday and the thought of a... Posted by *^%* on Fri, 25 Aug 2006 02:58:00 PST |
From Nucleotides to Tic Tacs: All things come in threes |
Dinosaures, Ballroom Dancing, and cold Coffe. Soggy Umbrellas, poopy shoes, and butterfly cacoons. The middle of The Never Ending Story, The Beginning of the End, and the end of you and me.Sharp like ... Posted by *^%* on Thu, 25 May 2006 12:36:00 PST |
Gnarling itch |
How does one describe an itchy dream? Constantly on my mind, nibbling my nerves he says you may never understand. In my heart I say "if you only knew" . . . "how much less I understand each day". ... Posted by *^%* on Tue, 26 Jun 2007 08:01:00 PST |