oh! lookee! another online whore tactic! |
are you tired of being single like me? she posed in front of some mirror with her digital camera, posing the question to me while trying to look provocative so i would be horny enough to come ... Posted by another voice on Sun, 10 Jun 2007 12:25:00 PST |
the expression of art in one's soul |
everyone has in them ART. ART cannot solely find meaning on canvas, music, or words. ART is that fire burning in us to see things not as they reportedly are but what they are to ourselves ... Posted by another voice on Sat, 09 Jun 2007 02:52:00 PST |
tall tails |
height is perspective's illusion from a distance when my own thumb covers half a s... Posted by another voice on Sat, 09 Jun 2007 01:55:00 PST |
nothing is temporary now |
girl friday in the machine shop empty desks during wartime. . . . rosie is not so riveting in her overalls making other plans for parenthood trying to punch an outscourced timeclock that just isn't ... Posted by another voice on Sat, 09 Jun 2007 10:10:00 PST |
a dick shunned |
a dick shunned is a private eye unemployed ... cocksurety cold-showered... pricking a finger until it drops pointlessly... can't spank that monkey on a back for organ grinding and other poking around... Posted by another voice on Fri, 08 Jun 2007 10:09:00 PST |
sewing up our vision of time |
a stitch in time never stopped a moment from coming apart at the seems . . perception is a tailor always trying to make ... Posted by another voice on Thu, 07 Jun 2007 11:09:00 PST |
religion's sacred cowwing |
there really is no such thing as "last rites" eternal preparation is just one more breath o... Posted by another voice on Thu, 07 Jun 2007 11:05:00 PST |
saying goodnight |
the sound of a heart falling is the echoed white noise of my stillened fingers from the plastic keys of a blank screen staring back at me after you have gone and your light goes gray and my mind slo... Posted by another voice on Thu, 07 Jun 2007 10:35:00 PST |
the ownership of night |
sadness comes upon me in this company of alone trying to get a tear or two like blood from a stone a heavy heart inside me, not my mind's condone the nighttime plays its symphonies to critic's groan .... Posted by another voice on Wed, 06 Jun 2007 01:21:00 PST |
F'G SOCK TROLLS! |
sock trolls stalk me everywhere the hot, the cold, they're always there they haunt me when i sleep at night they make the elastic band untight and allow the socks, to ankles, fall and flap cotton tonu... Posted by another voice on Wed, 06 Jun 2007 01:02:00 PST |