answer ready |
ask her three questionsno guidelinesjust three simple questions Posted by on Sun, 12 Mar 2006 15:22:00 GMT |
a high and lonely destiny |
SIX MORE DAYS UNTIL KISS-MOOSE! /does a jig/I love Christmas... I only hope that I have enough time to do all the Christmas-ey things that I want to get done before then. Friday night was AWESOME, I s... Posted by on Mon, 19 Dec 2005 17:55:00 GMT |
a blossom is as soft as a butterfly wing. |
robin left her cup here, that's what it says on it.i've decided that i like the way my ponytail swings when i walk. perhaps someone will fall in love with me because of that. or perhaps someone alread... Posted by on Mon, 14 Nov 2005 20:07:00 GMT |
vascular dementia |
she told me this morning that last night she couldn't sleepbecause aunty betty had called the nurse's station and told them not to give her anymore oxygen. she says she could hear the footsteps of the... Posted by on Wed, 27 Jul 2005 23:30:00 GMT |
don't let it get you down |
Old man lyin' by the side of the roadWhere the lorries rollin' by Blue moon sinkin' from the weight of the load And the buildings scrape the sky Cold wind rippin' on the valley at dawnAnd the morning ... Posted by on Wed, 27 Jul 2005 23:28:00 GMT |
this describes my day. |
"Whenever I see an old lady slip and fall on a wet sidewalk, my first instinct is to laugh. But then I think, what if I was an ant, and she fell on me. Then it wouldn't seem quite so funny. " Posted by on Sun, 24 Jul 2005 22:57:00 GMT |
such great heights |
Such Great Heights, Iron and Wine cover. (Go out and buy the Garden State soundtrack.... NOW!)
I am thinking it's a sign
That the freckles in our eyes
Are mirror images and
When we kiss they're ... Posted by on Thu, 10 Feb 2005 21:44:00 GMT |
i think somebody put sex in the wine |
perhaps it's time for me to write something that resembles a real entry, and not some half-ass poetic bullshit, something a little more real. so here goes.
talked to danielle's mom for a long time to... Posted by on Tue, 01 Feb 2005 20:35:00 GMT |
depart |
is it asking too much of such beauty,
to leave everything behind and take me
[make me, break me] with you?
can you ever comprehend the distance
and the space between as obsolete?
can you
tell... Posted by on Tue, 01 Feb 2005 20:34:00 GMT |
say it |
when i close your name around my lips
i seal it with a silent kiss and smile
and try to hide the butterflies that part
my mouth, rising from my stomach and
tickling my tongue;
when i say it i say... Posted by on Tue, 01 Feb 2005 20:33:00 GMT |