And fuck. |
Another imagined airing of your soulanother slightly softened blowThe tiresome ticks of tiresome clocksthe careless careful cries of everyoneand every pity paid to painful stockAnother waste in time a...
Posted by on Sun, 15 Apr 2007 02:41:00 GMT |
Dude. . . |
Dude.
Posted by on Sat, 07 Apr 2007 03:14:00 GMT |
Eh |
This is just another sad little line. . . . . .
What?
Piss off, I'm not here for your entertainment.
Posted by on Sat, 17 Mar 2007 04:02:00 GMT |
Orange moon rising. |
Halloween is imminent, and I still don't have a costume. I'm digging deep at this point. I spent three years as Indiana Jones in my childhood and I'm really tempted to fall back on Dr. Jone's credenti...
Posted by on Fri, 13 Oct 2006 01:06:00 GMT |
It takes |
Forever and a day to say the things we say, and forget the way we came to find the ways we know. Another turn, another push, a butterfly in china flaps, and we are thrown down roads, our will in tow.W...
Posted by on Mon, 05 Jun 2006 22:55:00 GMT |
I need to sleep outside. |
Welcome, friends. Here's a glass hoisted to adopted family members. I've been feeling the onset of spring lately. 56 degrees or so in the heat of the afternoon. The brown in our yards, waiting to tur...
Posted by on Sun, 02 Apr 2006 04:34:00 GMT |
I fucking hate this site |
I'm feeling a lot of anger right now. I wrote something I was extremely happy with, and yes, knowing what I know. . . it's my fault. I should have written it elsewhere, and done a copy when it w...
Posted by on Sat, 04 Mar 2006 04:19:00 GMT |
Holiday hoe-down |
Nothing but the creamiest of kernels.A bit behind the eight ball as per usual. Happy Valentines day. A day defined by smug self satisfaction shared, or dissapointment. If I sound a tad bitter, you are...
Posted by on Wed, 15 Feb 2006 01:36:00 GMT |
Snowlight |
SnowlightA step to satisfy. A puff of smoke is punctuation for a scene.I stand on steps of plastic grass and gaze at stars that never lived.Each shine that my eye catches - imagination lovely.A simpl...
Posted by on Sun, 11 Dec 2005 02:37:00 GMT |
Worth the time, or waste. |
Framing Back and forth upon a path I know I must mean something Must be new and strong Must be more than past Must find the words that say the things that give my every look a bright and shining day...
Posted by on Mon, 24 Oct 2005 06:59:00 GMT |
