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been on a mission ya’ll

been movin. its crazy. almost done with what needs to be done. yeah right. thats a lie. after this project i got like three or four more to do. sch. it never ends do it? creativity over relativity!......
Posted by ? on Fri, 14 Dec 2007 05:14:00 PST

The trouble with having a conscience.

The trouble with having a conscience is you're always worrying about eternal damnation, and not even the damnation lifted from the bible, but the damnation of knowing the black behind closed eyes will...
Posted by ? on Tue, 04 Dec 2007 03:38:00 PST

3 reasons to believe in yourself

1. People call you an idiot, call you a failure, call you everything not your name, call you a drowning pool breathing in the objects which are nailed to the floor, people call you the destroyer of on...
Posted by ? on Wed, 10 Oct 2007 11:51:00 PST

Communicating With Devils ... for Elvira Arellano

I talked to these devils, these shortheavyset devils tilting their heads and staring with wide blue eyes,grinning, grinning with a purpose and Iconfused at their colorless skin, their paleness,wonder ...
Posted by ? on Sun, 16 Sep 2007 03:48:00 PST

Love as dictated by a young black man dying slow in solitary confinement

We're surrounded by tubes, by veins cursing, not coursing, but rabid Fuck You's and God Dammit's, although I don't really consider Damn it a curse, so I grab a razor and etch my soul onto the concrete...
Posted by ? on Tue, 24 Jul 2007 10:02:00 PST

Love as dictated by a mute man to a deaf woman

"Do not confuse my need to reach out and grip your bicep and pull you close for one of those kisses you always see in still photography, do not confuse my need to do this with that thing hanging betwe...
Posted by ? on Thu, 19 Jul 2007 11:59:00 PST

Jumper Cables

Baby, baby ... I'm not gonna say it again, so if you ain't listenin now, you won't ever: the sky is a black, a deep black like just staring at it draws you towards it and it towards you until you both...
Posted by ? on Tue, 05 Jun 2007 04:14:00 PST

crybaby III

i carried fools gold around with me until my fingernail scratched the glimmer off and it became a tainted gray-black color, my parents carried their marriage with them in rings, bracelets and diapers ...
Posted by ? on Mon, 14 May 2007 01:12:00 PST

crybaby II

none of these fellas could describe the essence of a peanut shell, they couldn't understand the beauty in a half crushed snail all slimy in recent rain, the house cat let lose in the wild winks at squ...
Posted by ? on Mon, 14 May 2007 07:49:00 PST

crybaby

there wasn't a mole in earth that could dodge the spikes of machine, those machines breakin down the forests, ripping up roots, once the father of the land, some ol' settler with scars to prove his ex...
Posted by ? on Mon, 14 May 2007 05:21:00 PST