Innate Confrontation |
I make love to empty space, zealous at the idea of licking her clean. Smoking the steamy perspiration from its liquid skin... I now have purpose. And as gravity sinks me deeper, bringing me to a sensi...
Posted by on Sun, 14 Oct 2007 11:18:00 PST |
yage |
restless visions of countless incisionsinvoke the deepest of theeas this noose-flavored vinesnaps over timeand bestows its power to mespeaking from the tense of the futures past innatewe create lives ...
Posted by on Tue, 02 Oct 2007 08:23:00 PST |
Reach out and touch yourself |
As I explored her body, asking questions with my hands, she responded in twitches and ineffable concern. Still, the struggle was over before it even began. The tender fall hard within themselves. This...
Posted by on Tue, 02 Oct 2007 08:11:00 PST |
I choose love... |
Please allow me to restate my statements on the state of mentality. One... I do not exist. I am but the mirage of a shadow belonging to a ghost living in a dreamworld. Two... We are together as suppor...
Posted by on Tue, 10 Jul 2007 01:22:00 PST |
random plants |
what a drollic world this has becomewhat a beautiful excuse we have stumbled uponinside and outwe are but silent imaginations grasping direly for some phalerate existenceour recinerated beauty sheds l...
Posted by on Wed, 04 Jul 2007 08:16:00 PST |
Ulterior |
For me, writing can be an intimidating ritual. Mainly because, while writing, I don't stop until things are satisfactory; and since most people don't even read these, the urge to actually sit down and...
Posted by on Sat, 19 Aug 2006 04:08:00 PST |
(Part 1) The Introduction |
Easily one of the hardest parts of writing is creating an introduction. Whether it be a question or a problem or simply a statement, the creation of something beautiful is much more difficult than the...
Posted by on Sun, 09 Apr 2006 11:44:00 PST |
To quote a man greater than I... |
"We must not only cut asunder the snare of the mind and the senses, but flee also from the snare of the thinker, the snare of the theologians and the church-builder, the meshes of the Word and the bon...
Posted by on Mon, 30 Jan 2006 03:11:00 PST |
Jazz is alive. |
Metaphorically speaking, free jazz is considerably similar to life. My life, especially. When playing free jazz, you are given a clean sheet of paper and you go from there. There are no lines to draw ...
Posted by on Mon, 21 Nov 2005 05:21:00 PST |
Part of a dying race. |
What is it in your life that makes you sleep so well at night? In a world of fire and brimstone, you see snow and diamonds. In a life of art, you see mud. All in all, you sleep tonight and every night...
Posted by on Wed, 16 Nov 2005 06:17:00 PST |
