Match Stick Bingo |
Checkered dice rolling down the broadway cat-walk. Me sitting looking half dazed more asleep. People are moving like jigsaw pieces laughing at the next big mistake. I'm laughing at s...
Posted by Vingt-Trois on Sat, 16 Feb 2008 11:42:00 PST |
story |
there is a man looks 23 ready to live for the moment. Sharpy in hand he scrawls out his girlfriends name. "Look here" he says proudly. His girl, the one he's after. The one he ...
Posted by Vingt-Trois on Thu, 31 May 2007 11:52:00 PST |
Fan Letter |
Here's a fan letter I got today I hope you all enjoy!
Hello my little teacup of a slut,
I just wanted to let you know that you are a no good mother fucking piece of cum guzzling shit you fucking...
Posted by Vingt-Trois on Sun, 22 Apr 2007 10:52:00 PST |
Post Euro Triangle |
We meet like a wave hitting a coast not known. You with the bright blue eyes, and me with the pale green. In some way we've known all along, that this future is perfect. Electric lin...
Posted by Vingt-Trois on Sat, 21 Apr 2007 11:59:00 PST |
Infectionite |
Well another night of I can't sleep. I don't know if it's me or the world that's causing my anxiety.
Posted by Vingt-Trois on Tue, 10 Apr 2007 02:01:00 PST |
appoving ground |
something that has to be done to be truely free of regrets and future pain. i'll stay where i'm happy regardless of location. I'll show you that.
Posted by Vingt-Trois on Sat, 24 Mar 2007 10:32:00 PST |
Ashes |
smooth across the hall. eyes matching each other's gaze. She has me finding truth. all the things that i've ignored. Passing through. thoughts or some forgotten poem about...
Posted by Vingt-Trois on Sun, 11 Mar 2007 09:52:00 PST |
Thief |
Have you ever felt like someone's stealing from you. Lately I've been writing things like blogs, and not realizing that I'm writing them. For instance the last two blogs, I don't remember ...
Posted by Vingt-Trois on Tue, 27 Feb 2007 10:40:00 PST |
Forgot |
Spare time I've been lying here all along. Dreaming the same thing for the past couple of weeks. Hoping to catch on to you. Hidden behind plain view. I want you. Tha...
Posted by Vingt-Trois on Sun, 25 Feb 2007 12:02:00 PST |
Jet |
When will we move. We make strides and waves in pools. Hinting, poking, counting every breath. We move in unison, perfect in the destruction of society. Hands raising up for th...
Posted by Vingt-Trois on Sat, 24 Feb 2007 12:34:00 PST |
