headkey |
"through certain half-deserted streetsthe muttering retreats of restless nights in one night cheap hotelsand sawdust restaurants with oyster shells, let us go..." -eliotcreativity blown, the mind patc...
Posted by on Wed, 09 Sep 2009 03:20:00 GMT |
Writing, writing, writing up a storm. |
I have decided to devote my summer to practicing my writing, and getting rich slow. I have already got rich slow to the tune of a little over $200 writing for the web, and there are so many great oppo...
Posted by on Sat, 24 May 2008 21:55:00 GMT |
waiting for the rays.. |
a 6 dollar print of starry starry nighthangs in the kitchen, he's washing dishesand the water for coffee's onthe candles are lit still, he's had his fill, an hour agohe stopped watching the clock, qui...
Posted by on Mon, 10 Dec 2007 01:05:00 GMT |
the taking tree |
beware of white lightsbecause brightness isrelative, and anyonecan be blinded bythe sun
remember long nightsin the cold, far from a home, but don'tforget that sleeping underthe stars now and again can...
Posted by on Tue, 19 Jun 2007 23:18:00 GMT |
due to a construct in my mind.. |
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birds fall from the windowledge above mine, then they flap their wings at the last second.
i can see their dead weight just dropping like stones or small loaves of bread past my window a...
Posted by on Mon, 11 Jun 2007 23:50:00 GMT |
hey jude |
remember to let her into your heart
then you can start to make it better
Posted by on Sat, 09 Jun 2007 14:24:00 GMT |
life in 5 7 5 revisited |
real blogs show too muchemotion so i write thesesuper haiku blogsentertainment? nomotive: to think about lifecarefully and slowthinking is easybut making sense of those thingsflying around? toug...
Posted by on Wed, 10 Jan 2007 02:19:00 GMT |
life in 5-7-5 |
i will now describemy entire life as of latein haiku formatthat damn p.c.c.took four years to get out, but...i said, peace bitches!!i love my 5 speedbroke ass white convertiblePCH top downi moved to a...
Posted by on Sat, 16 Dec 2006 05:21:00 GMT |
i loved a girl but she moved to new york because they had a better paper and an f a o shwartz |
i wonder how many women have told me they love me in my life. i wonder how many of them were relatives, how many were significant or not so significant others, how many were not nor will ever be...
Posted by on Tue, 14 Nov 2006 23:57:00 GMT |
