tarnish |
just a disable beast, a discarded machine
in whome does love breath more than a measure of disease
the hollow man speaks to his feet to the street
he's callouse and abhorant but whispers w... Posted by Will on Fri, 21 Sep 2007 08:07:00 PST |
when it rains |
it rains, even in the desert. i know this isn't that profound of a statement but the truth of it effects me more than about anything in this god forsaken country. i have for as long as i can remembe... Posted by Will on Sun, 01 Apr 2007 09:04:00 PST |
Happy Birthday |
Everything aside, today is a day of celebration! A fine fine man of science is enjoying his 150th Birthday. Nikola Tesla: proponent of Alternating Current and the source of more than a few late nigh... Posted by Will on Thu, 22 Mar 2007 11:30:00 PST |
old |
i am abashed, i must admitnot quite a fourth a century old and all ready i need a hearing aid...DAMN IT!!!i just wish i could hear the fucking radio once in a while; that's all... Posted by Will on Thu, 22 Mar 2007 11:15:00 PST |
a child's dream |
shall we now overlook the morals of decayas the flesh render honors to the skin's pulling awayyes, the air speaks of the falling of springin the fragrance of lovers turning lurid flowers to meatthere'... Posted by Will on Thu, 22 Mar 2007 07:48:00 PST |