What i want |
is The Sea again. The dirty thing touching New Jersey did't even work with my eyes closed. This time it smelled like a bad part of any town.
Posted by on Tue, 03 Jul 2007 17:32:00 GMT |
Epicurean |
To-day I did something full of curiosity. Everything though, lacks some detail. A lot of detail. So much buried. I am talking to myself more. Is this the way of things? i used the word epicurean. Tha...
Posted by on Tue, 03 Jul 2007 17:23:00 GMT |
The saddest song... |
Goodness, i have been bopping to the Lily Allen record since the day of its release and only to-day did i actually listen to the lyrics of this song... "Nan You're A Window Shopper". The saddest song.
Posted by on Thu, 15 Feb 2007 19:29:00 GMT |
Goodness! |
The Eugene from Gogol Bordello is um, hm, quite august.
Posted by on Wed, 24 Jan 2007 17:15:00 GMT |
One Song. |
Over 24 hours now of listening to one song only one song. Over 24 hours. Longest ever on a repeat day(s). More than 30 hours,really,if i were to add it. Strange dream last night. An apartment on a fro...
Posted by on Tue, 12 Dec 2006 21:25:00 GMT |
anotherdream |
d. this time i was looking at a house. the inside was an outside and the walls were of herbs and trees. when i got to the top floor, which was actually the fourth wall, i saw the sea. it was as if i w...
Posted by on Mon, 30 Oct 2006 19:27:00 GMT |
trying to find a star through this brightly lit night sky. |
I am not excusing myself for making this all so public, i am simply attempting to find a truth whilst still having steam, for it has been a long time, it seems like a very long time really, and all it...
Posted by on Mon, 02 Oct 2006 19:25:00 GMT |
pistol, olde indeed. but unloaded |
is it wrong of me to admit, strangely - the coffee shoppe, S. was opened unexpecedly. (how did you get in?) (the Door) i tried for coffee, with the pistol, she was nervous, but no powder, may i? we em...
Posted by on Fri, 29 Sep 2006 21:23:00 GMT |
The Great Escape |
So i managed out and swam for miles thanking it out here for all of the oxygen. I jumped off of a rock, all wimpy-like how i built it up but was not followed by pirate so able to delay. how could i? i...
Posted by on Sat, 16 Sep 2006 03:00:00 GMT |
The Sea ,so much sea. |
Argh! So i haven't a word finding its way comfortably to my fingertips, nor my mouth. There is quiet in me, there is no sleep. Do you remember the other story of the pirate ship? well fuck, i have gon...
Posted by on Fri, 08 Sep 2006 08:55:00 GMT |
