Still |
Still from movement, eyes burned from deception. Grey umbrellas, shaven despair. Who craves the dark of carnivore pushers, peddling propaganda, strung out on cheese filling, the void of yesterday's dr... Posted by on Wed, 22 Aug 2007 00:27:00 GMT |
These Strings |
Its just these strings and I.To dance togetherto cryto sing.Its just these strings and I Gypsy out over the world.Feeling every thing.These strings sayI love youI hurtI want to change the world. Just ... Posted by on Tue, 26 Sep 2006 11:50:00 GMT |
Why are we here? |
An interesting question, I'm sure it varies for many.
All of us squeezed together here in this small space so called my space.
How many of us are actually here?
Is it my space your space her space ... Posted by on Sun, 21 Aug 2005 09:06:00 GMT |