honesty |
The lack of honesty is the most powerful aspect of any human being in respect to my ability to whole-heartedly hate and reject. I could have prevented alot of pain; instead i only ...
Posted by on Sat, 15 Sep 2007 11:49:00 GMT |
ihateyouidontcareifyouaresadorhungry |
I lock my eyes back in my head,
envision you,
and see only red.
From my pocket, heavy as lead
let it be known,
you'll never be fed.
Posted by on Fri, 14 Sep 2007 13:18:00 GMT |
car |
One solemn car.
Lonely on the interstate.
Swerving to remain interested in the grain of the road.
Feeling the fleeting debris passing through it's tread.
A soul of fire.
A stomach of steel.
A detachme...
Posted by on Fri, 14 Sep 2007 13:08:00 GMT |
1 |
You are the ebb and the flow,
and i want you to know,
you're the glue that keeps me together.
I hope that in time,
we'll have one mind,
and our souls will never sever.
Posted by on Mon, 10 Sep 2007 14:11:00 GMT |
you and I |
You measure things out,
and make them look right.
I dance in my head,
living visions from night.
Posted by on Mon, 10 Sep 2007 13:43:00 GMT |
The coming weeks are going to be intense. |
Just sold some art. Tomorrow i have to go to lakeland to get a car. Be back thursday. Friday i have to do the BFA entrance show. Then i have to get work together for a show in jacksonville in october....
Posted by on Mon, 10 Sep 2007 11:29:00 GMT |
Hey, dont’t get mad at the world! |
Direct that hate.
Posted by on Sat, 08 Sep 2007 08:06:00 GMT |
All of this and your last car had a bush sticker. |
Heat sensitive paper turned black in a cooking device.
The smell of Burger King smoke.
A black man pulled over by three cop cars.
Art Fart, a nickname.
140, I gained a pound.
Everything is 72 de...
Posted by on Fri, 31 Aug 2007 12:39:00 GMT |
. |
I am who am who is a dream.
Floating above my shoulders, on fire and keen.
Waiting to be back in the rotation of things,
Pacing through life,
A bird growing wings.
Posted by on Fri, 31 Aug 2007 11:07:00 GMT |
Free writing vent of frustration and confusion. yes |
i am being pulled to the north, east, south, and west. I am restless and dying for sleep. I dont give a fuck about rocks. I am in love. I am supressing myself, depressing myself. We used to have rings...
Posted by on Fri, 31 Aug 2007 10:55:00 GMT |
