Rhyme Therapy |
I'm an enthusiast who keeps losin shit, a post-positivist who knows what his problem is. It's that my hobby is copying floppy disks and posting their contents sloppily in the lobby then smoking p...
Posted by ian on Fri, 17 Oct 2008 10:14:00 PST |
Its one sentence//swear. |
I'd be the sun , you'd be the moon, I wonder how you move, you probably do it to show me how perfect we work together without knowing and I notice I lose focus when we're at our closest moments, so I ...
Posted by ian on Sat, 17 May 2008 11:57:00 PST |
Boredom 13 |
Fetch a stretcher, then check the lecture, mc Escher met his match in checkers, drew a dresser, but I confess 'er. I took his head, quite a mess sir. I'm no lesser, no more than the next. Sure I...
Posted by ian on Sat, 19 Jan 2008 08:13:00 PST |
12 |
I sorted my boredom in numerical order, just so it's shorter for me to record 'em. Sure, four or more are secure in the floor, under a board where they were before. I Snore through distorted sto...
Posted by ian on Wed, 16 Jan 2008 07:15:00 PST |
Rhyme 11 |
So then it hit me the emptiness within me, it pinned me, to put it simply it was tempting& I just wanted you to know how much you meant to me, and without you, music, I couldn't do it, a lifetime to w...
Posted by ian on Sun, 13 Jan 2008 08:28:00 PST |
Rhyme Time 10 |
At this velocity nothing can stop me, but if life is costing me more than I'm pocketing? - it seems impossible and makes no sense to me so I approach it apprehensively with pressures clinching m...
Posted by ian on Sat, 12 Jan 2008 09:17:00 PST |
The World is Breathing - Rhyme Time Nine |
The world is breathin' and I believe when the seasons change and the breeze leaves the leafs off trees, it's barely keeping alive healing from bleeding, see what I'm seeing, the world is breathing. &n...
Posted by ian on Fri, 11 Jan 2008 10:30:00 PST |
DESIDERATA |
DESIDERATA
Go placidly amid the noise and haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence. As far as possible without surrender be on good terms with all persons. Speak the truth q...
Posted by ian on Thu, 27 Dec 2007 09:19:00 PST |
8 |
My theory is we're all delirious. Weary from fear instilled when they greet us. Disobedient, the hands they feed us with. Ingredients from a petri dish, how many pieces do you wish? You ar...
Posted by ian on Thu, 20 Dec 2007 09:55:00 PST |
Rhyme Time 7 |
Hosting ghostly beings on my coat strings, holding most things unnoticeably, approaching me floating, with no wings. Knowing what's below me, encroaching. Slowing from full steam. Vocally ...
Posted by ian on Mon, 17 Dec 2007 12:47:00 PST |
