black light antics |
i could say that iv"e shed my skin, or turned a new leaf, fucked things up again, or even gotten lost inside my head.i could say that iv"e listen to my instincts, look at myself straight, or feel pity...
Posted by on Fri, 27 Nov 2009 00:22:00 GMT |
good new for those who love bad news |
Good news for people who love bad news
We've lost the plot and we just can't choose
We are hummingbirds who are just not willing to move
And that's good news for people who love bad news
We are hu...
Posted by on Thu, 26 Nov 2009 20:29:00 GMT |
coarse judgement |
morning rain upon ones thoughts, a reverie of things once lost.lost and found amongst the trees, with the cool wind of the autumn breeze.simply put to jeopardize, the luminescent glow of exuberant eye...
Posted by on Wed, 25 Nov 2009 02:39:00 GMT |
you and me and the spirit of present |
hello there im logan and you are the reader. think of yourself as my counterpart.some people say that time is wasted when your doing nothing but that cant be further from the truth... gotta love being...
Posted by on Tue, 24 Nov 2009 13:29:00 GMT |
cantelope |
refer to me as the breaking point or the thin white line...dont think of me as the unruly one or the feint of heart... efforts havent gone unoticed or unappreciated..there just mis-leading..riboflavin...
Posted by on Mon, 02 Nov 2009 01:59:00 GMT |
on the brink |
iv'e always been second best...and dead on the inside i feel no sympathy and i have no emotion.... im a blank sheet of paper..... im gonna turn a new leaf....not sure when or how but i miss everyday.....
Posted by on Thu, 09 Jul 2009 07:27:00 GMT |
Genuine |
iv'e been doing alot of thinking lately, not like i havent had lots of time to think, and i realize that im wrong... the thing of it is if i were right i wouldn't be in the sinking boat im in now. and...
Posted by on Tue, 23 Jun 2009 23:54:00 GMT |
santuary |
first blog in a while i think hadnt been using myspace too much, as if i used it as much anyways.so bare with me and lets see if i cant think of something my decency is all but overdrawn and my welco...
Posted by on Mon, 13 Apr 2009 15:01:00 GMT |
writings of a gentle hippy |
like dust i crumble through the cool breeze i can feel the warmth in the room
its pulsing through my very veins
the air is sweet with the taste of rain, but the sun shines exuberantly
hate me for wha...
Posted by on Tue, 30 Dec 2008 12:57:00 GMT |
indecent man |
i hate to love i love to hate from being sedated and rated on how im hated but im sure you care with honesty in mind slap to face sight lost at mere force knocked on ass by your words of hatred the ha...
Posted by on Sun, 22 Jun 2008 08:50:00 GMT |
