homesick. |
I loved you in the morning, our kisses deep and warm,your hair upon the pillow like a sleepy golden storm,yes, many loved before us, I know that we are not new,in city and in forest they smiled like m...
Posted by on Tue, 24 Feb 2009 21:38:00 GMT |
walt whitman |
When I heard the learn'd astronomer; When the proofs, the figures, were ranged in columns before me; When I was shown the charts and the diagrams, to add, divide, and measure them; When I, sitting,...
Posted by on Sat, 27 Dec 2008 17:32:00 GMT |
Sak vide pa kanpe. |
"sak vide pa kanpe"
or
"an empty sack cannot stand up"
THE END
Posted by on Sun, 16 Sep 2007 20:11:00 GMT |
bob dylan. |
'It's Alright Ma (I'm Only Bleeding)'
Darkness at the break of noonShadows even the silver spoonThe handmade blade, the child's balloonEclipses both the sun and moonTo understand you know too soonThe...
Posted by on Wed, 27 Jun 2007 22:12:00 GMT |
'Destroy Your Body At Your Own Pace' |
Our heartbeats are the tick of the death bomb's clock.Living is a synonym for aging.Each year we are stamped with a new numberto define our expectations, our capabilities, our desires.Are we on par wi...
Posted by on Fri, 29 Dec 2006 14:37:00 GMT |
my year in pictures . . . |
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Posted by on Sat, 23 Dec 2006 14:22:00 GMT |
numb. |
i'm feeling a bit lost lately...
i know i shouldn't let the bad things that go on influence the goals that i have for myself....but it's really difficult.
i feel like i've completely lost everything t...
Posted by on Wed, 06 Dec 2006 19:16:00 GMT |
yeah, it's a fucking disease |
I HATE PSYCHIATRISTS. . . like these people that work at the place where my mom is "recovering from her illness" called the camp. And believe me, i've heard it before, they tell us that mom "is suffer...
Posted by on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 00:00:00 GMT |
Intelligent Journalism |
So I was doing research for my bio essay and I came across this...Stem Cell Research: It's About Life And Death, Not PoliticsBy Peggy Prichard RossIn six months there is a good chance I'll be dead. Th...
Posted by on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 00:00:00 GMT |
PhotBlog one : attempting to be creative |
Posted by on Tue, 13 Dec 2005 16:29:00 GMT |
