Into the great unknown. |
Spiraling into the past. Delusions.
Posted by on Fri, 22 May 2009 22:30:00 GMT |
Today my stomach and I rolled the dice! |
I have tendency to use my Es where my As should be. I have a remarkable ability to write nothing.I had a litter of mice. A herd of mice. I'm looking at my Mom's dog's big nose.I am currently bombar...
Posted by on Tue, 10 Mar 2009 00:50:00 GMT |
Black holes are scary. |
The framerate of this text field is quite low. In fact, I feel like I'm flying through the future.I see age. I think back to my appendix. Vegetable matter, how you torment the vestiges of humanity....
Posted by on Tue, 03 Mar 2009 11:42:00 GMT |
Is it me you're looking at? |
Nope. But they're still invading my eyes. Part II:I lied awake for a while. Staring vapidly into yours. It has been some time but... what can I say? Dreams into dust, but the good kind of dus...
Posted by on Tue, 10 Feb 2009 00:27:00 GMT |
I bought it at PetCo for 5 dollars and change. They love it! |
The wheel was a hundred miles away from me now; the thick paper house we appear to live in has become the shell of my existence. The outer glass walls have become too much to bear, my instincts ...
Posted by on Tue, 09 Sep 2008 08:08:00 GMT |
I will eat 1000 of them. Pretzles I mean. |
Quick, as your body changes: You're getting older. Your desire to change is being fulfilled. Wait. I don't want to be old, I just wanted to be beautiful. Ah, too late, I ...
Posted by on Wed, 03 Sep 2008 08:19:00 GMT |
Playing with my hands. |
The gelique that covered Sandy's toast smelled of hot rubber. First bite; bitter, oily. Sandy didn't think as she took three more bites and finished the toast. She...
Posted by on Mon, 25 Aug 2008 09:12:00 GMT |
Let me take a moment of your pie. |
1. Once upon a time there was a mouse who lived in my shoe. Once upon a time there was a fly who crawled through my door. Once upon a time there was an airplane in Madrid that explod...
Posted by on Sat, 23 Aug 2008 07:30:00 GMT |
I have a, uh, few moments here, maybe you can see me. |
How does the putty-like substance in your head flow? The shape of my hands wrenched into it, leaving deep imprints. How does the putty-like substance in your head sit? Roosting, pers...
Posted by on Fri, 15 Aug 2008 17:51:00 GMT |
All mass has gravity, you just can’t feel it. |
Time in two parts.Disintegrating friendships. A person I want to talk to.Building bonds. Everything new is good.Fictitious realities. Things I made up.
Posted by on Wed, 02 Jul 2008 11:11:00 GMT |
