Music against mind cancer |
I have realised how important music truely is to me.
I am not phased by listening to anything other than Blues Grass and other such deep south arse candles.
I listen to music that moves me.
If it does...
Posted by zorg on Fri, 11 Jul 2008 01:45:00 PST |
Near to the Future - Far from Happiness |
As the world grows 'small', so too do our lives
Fixed and mythed by all the sounds
The sounds of the few to the many;
Telling of unseen evil with flashes and bangs.
Evil that comes from their own...
Posted by zorg on Mon, 30 Jun 2008 09:00:00 PST |
Fog of War |
If you can't see something, does it mean it's not there
When the waves pass through your frame, do you feel their warmth
When a lie is told to you, do you question and grope
When someone shouts loudly...
Posted by zorg on Sun, 29 Jun 2008 05:25:00 PST |
The Lines of Truth |
My eyes
They see the pretty stones of the overground.
I feel the underground.
The large doughnut really exists. I am here above its size and it exists.
I long to see its secrets. The secrets my dream ...
Posted by zorg on Fri, 20 Jun 2008 03:20:00 PST |
Careless driving of a heart. |
Careless driving of a heartI misread your love
I want to be lost inside your lack of hate for me
If this is the best I can inspire in you, so what!
I want to feel you close
I know you don't know
I fea...
Posted by zorg on Mon, 26 May 2008 03:09:00 PST |
Bohemian Pillow |
Don't you know what you are doing to me!
I used to be so happy, alone
In my world; a world of nothing
It seems now you are here
All that mattered has disappeared
You keep your distance
I want your tou...
Posted by zorg on Sun, 18 May 2008 07:59:00 PST |
Brain Haemoroid |
Sorry so long without poo out me eyes.
My eyes can't read proper.
I had a brain haemoroid and the poo still affects my mortal cortex.
It is true, actually.
It took me 30 minutes just logging in here.
...
Posted by zorg on Thu, 01 May 2008 05:23:00 PST |
Buckets to Collect the Lover Rain |
Moisture.
Does the short man know of the the underground doughnut?
The tides of love are receding back in the ones that kindethly donated their worth. I still give mine like a new flame.
When the burn...
Posted by zorg on Sat, 22 Sep 2007 10:46:00 PST |
Burnt Miffies |
Poke your finger right in and do a hurt face.
The Otter bark will cure your soul for that second before white daddy output.
The ideas of a man who can't think like a woman. See the face. Know the scor...
Posted by zorg on Thu, 20 Sep 2007 10:31:00 PST |
Your vibrational prison stinks of shit |
Captive in your own yard of worth.
Angered by not what you have.
I'd love to see you all hate the correct to hate.
Do you know which ones to hate?
Anger consumes and gives thee more.
Angels consume a...
Posted by zorg on Mon, 20 Aug 2007 10:49:00 PST |
