So I was Deported from The United Kingdom |
So about a month and a half ago or so I read a post from Bradley Hathaway about how he flew to London only to be detained, questioned, searched, and eventually deported back to the United States. I re... Posted by on Wed, 15 Apr 2009 21:26:00 GMT |
Sometimes We All Speak And No One Says A Thing. |
When I was a wee lad in Tegucigalpa Honduras, my grandmother would often send me down to the local store (which were called "pulperias,"which is actually kind of funny because the word for"squid" is "... Posted by on Tue, 14 Apr 2009 13:04:00 GMT |
Galavanting Across The Universe |
So for the most part, I'm not a real big fan of television, save the awesomeness of "Law and Order," TBS, and the every so often sweet things on the History Channel, (which by the way, has some sweet ... Posted by on Sat, 21 Feb 2009 02:45:00 GMT |
Sie Fuhrt Irre |
More lyrics from another one of our new songs. I wanted to share. It has a title, but you won't find it here, and the imagery will become more relevant as you read the others, or so I hope. I am Oedip... Posted by on Wed, 11 Feb 2009 01:19:00 GMT |
A Collection of Thoughts |
One of my favorite professors in college once gave me an assignment in which he encouraged me to carry a notebook everywhere I went and the moment I felt even the inkling of a thought being conceive... Posted by on Thu, 15 Jan 2009 00:31:00 GMT |
Be Not Afraid Of Wolves |
I'm staring at the silhouette of ghosts who have passed this way before.Their shadows haunt every of inch of every town.Quiet thoughts and quiet nights leave the quiet man with so much to talk about.I... Posted by on Thu, 11 Dec 2008 23:55:00 GMT |
The Belladonna Myth / The Revealer |
the boys and i started writing for the new record a while back and i wanted to take some time to post the lyrics for a couple of the songs we have so far. i used some of the lines from some poetry i'd... Posted by on Sun, 16 Nov 2008 19:40:00 GMT |
A woman can be happy with any man, as long as he does not love her. |
Oh romance where have you gone?we wrote letters penned in ink and sealed with a quietkiss that came alive in midnight conversations sent over the intricacies of a hundred thousand telephone wires.you'... Posted by on Fri, 24 Oct 2008 02:22:00 GMT |
The Red Socks (A Short Story) |
I've been working, well, no not really. I've been trying to talk myselfinto working on a project that I'm technically about at least half way done with.In the midst of that and a hundred other ideas (... Posted by on Mon, 22 Sep 2008 20:14:00 GMT |
An allegory of things often thought but never said to a brick wall. |
Your eyes are like the sea. Two oceans that pull and draw me in, only to have the tide send me home again. I admire your grace from the shore. I desire the grace of your undertow. I've starved for you... Posted by on Fri, 18 Jul 2008 01:47:00 GMT |