Of circles I've seen |
I used to talk all the time about the circles my life always seemed to go in. You know what circles I'm talking about, eh? The ones that you never seem to be able to see quite right until they close...
Posted by BobCat on Wed, 14 Mar 2007 03:04:00 PST |
What we should have remembered |
A lingering loss of mirth. A wandering of aimless ambition; a waiting. A train that is always at rest somewhere we are not. We listen close to hear the still tinkling at the sodium-arc bulbs as the...
Posted by BobCat on Fri, 23 Feb 2007 04:10:00 PST |
An assurance at being lost |
There's something you forget along the way when your trying to find the proper direction that you should be going towards. That is the way your supposed to enjoy being lost. I've forgotten, lately, ...
Posted by BobCat on Wed, 21 Feb 2007 02:33:00 PST |
For the chaos we create |
I cannot even begin to apologize to all of you who wait so anxiously for these rants. There are certain things that have changed in my life that I will not go into (for my own fucking reasons--drugs ...
Posted by BobCat on Sun, 11 Feb 2007 02:18:00 PST |
A sheet of glass |
In the world that I came from there are very few windows; Everything is right infront of you to see and look well upon. All the waste and filth that is common, all the lacklustre shine of moments for...
Posted by BobCat on Sun, 04 Feb 2007 05:50:00 PST |
For your worried mind |
Okay, so I've come to terms with the fact that the world is not ending anytime soon. Nice, that's just what I've been waiting to realize. My life probably would have been a lot easier to deal with (...
Posted by BobCat on Sun, 28 Jan 2007 02:29:00 PST |
Hot tea and cigarettes |
Hot tea and cigarettes; Text messages and dark chocolate (Should've had the sushi) What a way to be typing at 4 in the morning. A bedroom barricade against histories and jokes I can't be a part of, t...
Posted by BobCat on Sat, 27 Jan 2007 02:27:00 PST |
something with cliches. |
It never matters what happens; The best or the worst thing that has ever happened to you is just another moment that tells you that you're alive, and life is a precious thing worth holding on to (you ...
Posted by BobCat on Fri, 26 Jan 2007 01:08:00 PST |
WhiteNoise |
In the space between: Unspoken words, fallen glances, and an unplayed song. Of that substance with which we try to find who and where we are. The sounds not heard amongst the rain. A whitenoise tha...
Posted by BobCat on Thu, 04 Jan 2007 04:32:00 PST |
first and last, never always. |
Okay, so the end is just a new begining; so fucking what? I've had enough new beginings to kill a flatulent midget at a hundred paces!! (I know it doesn't make much sense, but what the hell do you wa...
Posted by BobCat on Mon, 01 Jan 2007 05:19:00 PST |
