A prose from the plane |
A fingernail moon hung bright over a clean spectrum sunset from above the clouds. Horizon rolls over beyond the point of seeing. Into the realm of inferred existence. From infinite space of the end vi...
Posted by on Sun, 07 Dec 2008 23:06:00 GMT |
Ectoplasmilk |
Two thirty in the morning and I can't say why. I apparently am stuck in a void of inter dwelling and thought. Escapism from the concrete machine only fills my mind with these thoughts city. Lights, co...
Posted by on Mon, 29 Sep 2008 08:27:00 GMT |
yes |
Always remain optimistic.
Posted by on Fri, 09 May 2008 11:47:00 GMT |
