approach the matter with a bottle of wine |
He trembled down the alley behind Bond street, it was with a certain hesitation as he entered the mouldy wooden door that said 'personnel only'. Lights flicking red swollen tongues seeking. Hands mee...
Posted by on Fri, 02 Mar 2007 16:26:00 GMT |
good old tom |
"nobody knows they're lining up to go insane i'm all alone, i smoke my friends down to the filter but I feel much cleaner after it rains" - tom waits
Posted by on Sun, 14 Jan 2007 13:28:00 GMT |
:: that deep sigh :: |
she looked up with anxious eyesnever trust a man that smiles she repeated silently to herself there is a truth behind that smilethere is a truth waiting to be unwraped you a...
Posted by on Sun, 14 Jan 2007 04:14:00 GMT |
:: well... why don't u do another line, doll :: |
daylight comes with a fresh cup of anxiety
I just want to disappear in the warm familiar comfort below my cover. hide from the coldunforgiving reality of my weekdays.
the phone rings. ring ring ring
t...
Posted by on Fri, 29 Sep 2006 16:25:00 GMT |
:: LOL :: |
Posted by on Mon, 18 Sep 2006 02:16:00 GMT |
:: a disturbing void :: |
:: a disturbing void ::
nothing left
except a disturbing void
awake eyes open heavy breathing
nothing
just nothing
Im thinking about so many things my head hurts...
Posted by on Sun, 16 Jul 2006 09:23:00 GMT |
:: Billie Holiday :: |
:: Billie Holiday ::
lying down
breathing
to my sweetheart
my everyday goddess
and I bury myself
in all my thoughts
all my feelings
all my wonderings
alo...
Posted by on Wed, 05 Jul 2006 08:58:00 GMT |
makes the hours feel like years |
listening to arvo pärt "spiegel im spiegel" watching pictures of snow
is it allowed to watch pictures like this and long for those feelings, that wheater, those images, that smell, that mo...
Posted by on Mon, 03 Jul 2006 12:58:00 GMT |
instant pleasure |
"I want to touch you like you touch me," she said. He looked at her, and smiled again.
"How do I touch you?" he asked.
"When you feel me."
He looked at her, and met her heavy, anxious eyes. "And do ...
Posted by on Thu, 22 Jun 2006 01:02:00 GMT |
and you might try___ |
We lean against railings Describing the colours And the smells of our homelands Acting like lovers How did we get here? To this point of living? I held my breath And you said something
Posted by on Thu, 15 Jun 2006 14:25:00 GMT |
