Help me if you like.... |
After a few months of rejection letters and e-mails I have decided to self publish my collection of poetry I have been working on for the past several years through outskirtpress.com. It is adding up ...
Posted by on Tue, 12 May 2009 21:22:00 GMT |
Love, Life and the pursuit of narcissim. |
I need another round.Another round.Another round.Another round.Figure it out.Figure out.I can almost feel it now. Without my glasses I can still see. Still see.We shall see.Seems like only after a sh...
Posted by on Sun, 12 Apr 2009 10:56:00 GMT |
Hiring...(Origami Mustache Productions) |
Hey Guys, with me taking on more and more work...I am posting this blog looking for someone, maybe you.My photoshop skills are still in development, improving the more I tweak on it. lolAnyone that ha...
Posted by on Sun, 08 Feb 2009 11:19:00 GMT |
in a winter storm without a rain coat. |
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Posted by on Fri, 06 Feb 2009 08:47:00 GMT |
heavy hitter...and in my apathetic sorrow I didn't drop a name... |
The streets are all violence.Covered in hidden excitement.I am the hunter, I used to be the prey.My mind is walking gibberish,That changes what it believes every passing day.I am contanstly fixing eve...
Posted by on Fri, 30 Jan 2009 12:44:00 GMT |
fastball.... |
Think straight.
Stray away from the noises the devil makes.
Though it is as sweet as the day is long.
Been trying to reach me?
I don't think your extension cord reaches that far.
Neither does mine.
Lo...
Posted by on Sun, 04 Jan 2009 22:19:00 GMT |
strawberry mango twist. |
Fate.
something God didn't create.
something someone made.
create something out of the air we breathe.
something so not clean.
Imperfect, just as you and I.
It wouldn't hurt to carry around your phone...
Posted by on Thu, 01 Jan 2009 11:47:00 GMT |
I v. I |
I'm in a race against the setting sun, headed west. When I reached the edge the stars were already switching places in the sky.I pulled out a single cigarette and a light. Sat in the sand, and watched...
Posted by on Tue, 18 Nov 2008 18:49:00 GMT |
when I think of myself dead...(ode to Bukowski) |
when I think of myself dead...
all my useless ideas I have will not go on as planned.
When I think of myself dead...
I think of all the cleaning supplies I'll never get to use.
When I think of myself ...
Posted by on Thu, 28 Aug 2008 17:40:00 GMT |
The Law of Time and Chaos |
"The universe is made of stories, not of atoms."
&...
Posted by on Tue, 16 Jan 2007 18:53:00 GMT |
