space cadets are probably more focused than they get credit |
My thoughts flow through my visionslike water pouring over the earth,then they return to the momentlike fresh snow on the mountains.
Posted by on Wed, 30 Jan 2008 02:00:00 GMT |
Haiku to Homer |
If I ever become commissioner of wastemanagement... shoot me.Then recycle myorgans and plant my carcassunder a sapling.
Posted by on Thu, 26 Apr 2007 20:14:00 GMT |
Drunk's Love |
Starry moon nights and strawberry wine;how often I've sat and of thee I pined.Boone's was my first love and shall be my last.All inbetween were just for time past.
Posted by on Wed, 22 Nov 2006 21:18:00 GMT |
couch dreams |
Fucking blood clots suck.In myy dream last night I hadto spell my orthopaedicsname. HatzisAwake on couch.Eat, drink, liveon chouchget up to piss and shitback to lifeon couch.work, nap, dreamon couchva...
Posted by on Wed, 18 Oct 2006 01:49:00 GMT |
The Myth of Originality (I hate to admit it) |
The thoughts you have right nowhave been pondered once before,perhaps by others like you,who have opened up the doors.They have faced the constraints of society,for you to free your mind.Now you sit h...
Posted by on Fri, 04 Aug 2006 04:01:00 GMT |
what makes your motor run? |
That I cannot tell you... noone can. Not even yourself sometimes, as you become angered by the same scenario that confronts you everyday, but this time you haven't eaten in twelve hours.After banging ...
Posted by on Fri, 04 Aug 2006 03:34:00 GMT |
Filter |
As I'm walkingthe dogdown the sweltering road,I ask myself, "Why go on?Why does the grass grow,only to be mowedonce a weekall summer long?To spread its genes,to transpire water,and I... to perspire!"
Posted by on Tue, 21 Mar 2006 18:03:00 GMT |
