spitting urns |
this weekend i went with my co-works from starbucks to starbucks headquarters and we did coffee testing. there was a large table in the middle of the room and along each side of the table there were ...
Posted by on Wed, 13 Feb 2008 14:13:00 GMT |
this train named present |
and as the train pulls outfrom the platform labeled "Past"i head in the direction of "Future"this train named Present has me running on its tracks i'm in the belly of Present, metal beastbut at least ...
Posted by on Tue, 29 Jan 2008 20:01:00 GMT |
lugano and the grey matter |
Today the world is madeOf cardboard cutouts We walk down our cutout streetsAnd follow the cardboard paradeOur faces can't change Because they've been glued onWe'll have to converse To see past the evi...
Posted by on Tue, 15 Jan 2008 10:03:00 GMT |
il giorno brucia alla notte |
lets keep the buttons undone just for tonightsome cold air will be good for uslets drop our jackets all togetherthe bars never seem to be fulluntil youve consumed one too manyhalf empty to fullhold on...
Posted by on Tue, 27 Nov 2007 10:21:00 GMT |
Failure of Genius |
how desolate limbo isit only seems to growthere is no escapewhen you don't know where you arehow could anyone speak only lies?you tell me because if i only knewi would be a saintthere's such beauty in...
Posted by on Sun, 07 Oct 2007 17:15:00 GMT |
une petite promenade |
the walls keep swimmingthe glass has turned to ironthe metal to bonelets break freeand find our libertywe'll pitch a ball to mexicoand encounter picasoi'll meet you with a smileand blow smoke in your ...
Posted by on Sun, 07 Oct 2007 17:06:00 GMT |
just once more for your amusement |
between the bricks of mass destructionthe escenece which separates the butter knives and the bread crumbs thriveswe peer into a mortal lightthese things of the strangelike shoelaces and polka dotsand ...
Posted by on Tue, 31 Jul 2007 01:48:00 GMT |
mais dis-moi à quoi tu penses |
URBAN SANCTUARYstaying up all night with the satelliteswatching the shadowstraverse the streetsthe smellis not so bad nowliving off tin can lunchesthe children sing indoorsas the junkies pass by outsi...
Posted by on Fri, 27 Jul 2007 20:43:00 GMT |
memory lane... aka limbo |
un día todas las palabras se irány en el polvo nuestras caras seguirán grabadas las lagrimas de ayertallaron nuestros cuerpos y nuestras caras de hoy¿quién soy?¿y quién eres tú?las voces de las página...
Posted by on Wed, 25 Jul 2007 23:06:00 GMT |
donne-moi le poulet |
ce n'est pas la scienceje creuse par la terre vers tus mots tu respires l'arrogance et je respire l'air un jour nous marcherons à la mer ensemble et nous oublierons que tu n'as pas un coeuret je ...
Posted by on Tue, 24 Jul 2007 13:34:00 GMT |
