OOOOdo, y yo? |
A strange footnote to a long-ass letter, the monkey thrown, the place where I read this letter. I stand tall on the thrown o’ da monkey, I hold tight the relics of the past. I stand down to noon...
Posted by Cale The Whale on Tue, 08 Apr 2008 09:30:00 PST |
something comes from nothing.... |
I created the mud apple....like I also created the sun wall....the world once knew of my inventions....like a silver tree that stood over everyones home, at least for once in somebodies life....I gave...
Posted by Cale The Whale on Tue, 18 Mar 2008 10:20:00 PST |
ieatet |
for the lost ones. for those who dream and succeed in that. the dreams are what make the time pass, and they are what make us what we are. I found yesterday while walking, a sad little trumpet frog so...
Posted by Cale The Whale on Fri, 21 Dec 2007 10:25:00 PST |
UFC, FUC, CFU........K |
So yeah, a pickle. There have been many times when I pondered this very same query. Looking into the sun never felt the way I do, the way I do when I gaze at a pickle....a dill of course. Glitter stan...
Posted by Cale The Whale on Tue, 04 Dec 2007 11:38:00 PST |
potatoe bags |
Potatoes in bags, and birds eating sand....there in the meadow where time begins and where time rolls back around at a hault....there is a maybe that is only understood by the people in this meadow, t...
Posted by Cale The Whale on Fri, 27 Jul 2007 12:38:00 PST |
The sorta Flower that bloomed not |
In a way I guess, I was happy, but for hours I sat staring into the sun. I'd glanse away, so not to hurt my eyes too much. There was no stopping me, I was on a mission, one with glowing fl...
Posted by Cale The Whale on Sun, 15 Jul 2007 09:37:00 PST |
Anti |
some may ask; "what is Anti." I just tell everyone the same thing, like I helped create it or something, which with everything, there is love, some given to others that are wanted, and the ones who ar...
Posted by Cale The Whale on Fri, 08 Jun 2007 05:13:00 PST |
girtive |
while walking with my rabbit, the one that lives over there, not over there, I stopped and ate a piece of grass. Sweet it was, and tart was life, some may have been thinking and some may have st...
Posted by Cale The Whale on Thu, 07 Jun 2007 08:27:00 PST |
a breath, taken and lost with dizziness |
There is grass that none feed on, and the time when it has grown and that time when it sits being the fruit of the bugs is gone....That is the special way of nothing, the thing that makes friends disa...
Posted by Cale The Whale on Tue, 03 Apr 2007 08:58:00 PST |
No Toad Is Alone in The World of Cows |
this is a little story that I have written.....The glow vibrates off of the rock, my mind looking towards it frequently throughout the night. The stone foundation of my log house is crumbling fr...
Posted by Cale The Whale on Wed, 20 Dec 2006 12:39:00 PST |
