unfinished |
that westbound dream lays so idle it seemsas the days just keep passing by and the nights they grow colder with every blink of an eye
time turns down the volume of lifelived through every single ...
Posted by ranger joe on Sat, 24 Nov 2007 11:22:00 PST |
no one is innocent |
tortilla soup trash compressorlucas fanatic, hard corps trekkiechild molestor &nbs
p; &nbs
p; ra...
Posted by ranger joe on Fri, 16 Nov 2007 10:52:00 PST |
waiting, searching, settling |
bogged down and strung out racing toward some unobstructed conclusionwhere the world unwinds and timestops each second, minute, hour, burned into that freeze frame picture of perfection stored aw...
Posted by ranger joe on Wed, 26 Sep 2007 09:58:00 PST |
his story, his life |
he's been working himselfso hard for so longso much its so wrongbut so righthis reasons put him to sleepat nightthen wakes him up at four or fiveto another day of strain and strifeso his pride, never ...
Posted by ranger joe on Fri, 07 Sep 2007 09:04:00 PST |
untitled and unfinished |
why can't life always be as perfect as that picture you drew?you know, the one of me and you, sitting close.watching the sun get swallowed by the night,until the stars shown so bright we cou...
Posted by ranger joe on Wed, 08 Aug 2007 05:52:00 PST |
a pessimistic night |
he takes some time to unwindbut he's losing his mindand its killing him slowlyso he just waits patientin a dead end joband a car that just stoppedits a shitty ride homeand the door...
Posted by ranger joe on Sat, 04 Aug 2007 11:19:00 PST |
reality |
his mind is frighteningbut his words are terrorthey strike like lightningand shock you so much they leave you gaspingyet you can't turn awaybecause it draws you inlike an undertoe, so strongit wo...
Posted by ranger joe on Fri, 20 Jul 2007 12:53:00 PST |
she slows him down |
he drives way too fastmost of the time.unless he is with her,then he follows the signs. its only so that they havethat much more timetogetherhe can't seem to think about anythingaside from her, whensh...
Posted by ranger joe on Wed, 04 Jul 2007 12:17:00 PST |
often and not |
six days spent waiting,sleeping, waking, working.too tired to sleep and reekingof alcohol and a smoky grave.its one we all dig ourselves.
if you don't get it you probably never willthen your lost, ob...
Posted by ranger joe on Mon, 25 Jun 2007 10:45:00 PST |
untitled |
am i allowed to say i love youif i don't, is it all just a hoaxfrom the chords in my throati should say i love youbecause i do, no jokei really am a suckerfor some sweet wordsyou love me where it hurt...
Posted by ranger joe on Sun, 24 Jun 2007 10:30:00 PST |
