Buz your scan |
Scan the buz. It's in my ear. From one end to the other. It tells me that I'm doing something. Something that must be done. The buz is complete. It has completed me.
Posted by EnB on Tue, 16 Oct 2007 06:03:00 PST |
Washed away to sea |
To be washed away to sea, is not the way for me. I can hear the wave's roar and wonder if the door will burst open and bring me down from my place on high- Looming over a parking lot.
Posted by EnB on Thu, 06 Sep 2007 04:25:00 PST |
Gm1m2/r^2 |
It all depends on how large and how far. The force between mass, I mean. Mass brings about the reality of energy. So this force acts on you even when you don't realize it. On o...
Posted by EnB on Tue, 28 Aug 2007 09:42:00 PST |
The human emotional cycle |
My t-shirt says the human emotional cycle is condensation, evaporation, precipitation, and collection. I might argue a different slant. Maybe it's construction, devistation, reco...
Posted by EnB on Mon, 27 Aug 2007 09:37:00 PST |
booming voices among the silent asteroids |
I always write when I've been staring at white walls and envisioning the world in the space of a walnut. It's small. So is the world. So is the universe. So is this blog.
Posted by EnB on Mon, 27 Aug 2007 04:21:00 PST |
The land of Shidax and the force of mediocrity |
The only space adventure. Rockets firing on full. To the exestential part of the galaxy. Supplied by the galactic forces of seven and I holdings. No sign of life except for the...
Posted by EnB on Mon, 27 Aug 2007 11:29:00 PST |
Orbs of heavy |
So this is where the losers hang? I'm sweaty like balls. Balls to be sweaty. How do I wipe away the never ending swag of salt? I've decided to be the stranger in the path of stupidit...
Posted by EnB on Sun, 26 Aug 2007 07:05:00 PST |
