mother fukaz |
I would like for any intrested to check out local orginizations and check out their make up. What I mean by make up is thew class, color, compitance of the groups claiming to be grass roots orginizati...
Posted by on Mon, 25 Sep 2006 15:17:00 GMT |
heart ache |
My heart is being tuged in two diffrent directions....my stomach is twitching seering with this pain a confusion which I do not understand. a soft joy that may never be relized a kiss that may never b...
Posted by on Thu, 03 Nov 2005 20:13:00 GMT |
whats going to happen |
I am no longer Ceasar
I can no longer command my armies
lying on the stone steps my life is spent
a pool of blood slowly forms around my lower back
to resisit death is futile
to live life i...
Posted by on Thu, 03 Nov 2005 05:38:00 GMT |
sick |
Its not the same toe tapping beat it seems to have lost it's roots like some hybrid coaxed in a lab. I tried so hard to et in to the music but I thought of nothing....and of her....and then of nothing...
Posted by on Sat, 07 May 2005 02:32:00 GMT |
figures |
I can't have a little piece of mind I guess I do what I plan on doing in the first place this will give me a god indication of what it will be like when shes away...out of sight out of mind
Posted by on Fri, 06 May 2005 07:00:00 GMT |
last night |
I've never talked so much shit in my life ...it was a little party between freinds....Dark and stormy's have become my favorite drink oh my,If you've ever had malta it's tha absolute shit! Also it has...
Posted by on Sun, 01 May 2005 08:58:00 GMT |
ho hum |
crush was fun last night I love it when the dance floors all ours it's pretty fucking fun.....ho hum....little depression creeping in ...my id sitting on my shoulder and whispering in my ear....ow the...
Posted by on Fri, 22 Apr 2005 08:54:00 GMT |
ethics |
Frapichino mustache
with facsimile hair
Mid day summers eyes
And mustard stained teeth
Sappy love songs make him green
While the scent of jasmine floats within his so called disease
...
Posted by on Fri, 01 Apr 2005 01:21:00 GMT |
note to self |
Passion
The question of passion
What is enough
When you stop breathing
That heart sinking feeling
When you dig your nails into her side
When her skin feels so soft around her inner thigh
...
Posted by on Mon, 14 Mar 2005 02:10:00 GMT |
unsung |
breakdown: November rakes in hearts with all of it pretty leaves
I'm going ta.... have to start making love scenes in the park
intro .....violin.. Tall man with tears in his eyes
walks slowly ...
Posted by on Thu, 03 Feb 2005 21:45:00 GMT |
