man what a growner |
something again seems like kindof a waste my friend. Afew eyes starin maybe more, in a theater house, threw my wrappers on the floor, flip the channel to number four, walked out of the doll...
Posted by on Sat, 28 Apr 2007 02:12:00 GMT |
Just like Max Thumb's blues |
It was on another day time then i saw the fire and the sun, I turned to the glowing pot then went on the run, thinking it would follow me and thinking it would come, it ended in the prequel and got cu...
Posted by on Tue, 02 Jan 2007 01:30:00 GMT |
Mitigation Town |
Across the street the flag pole dangles, as it hums it revolutionary beat, the berry bondsman jester boy, cries on how someone stole his cherry tree. Out comes the martial shamen crew, and the im...
Posted by on Wed, 29 Nov 2006 11:02:00 GMT |
HI |
Rain on the ferris wheel keeping it to turn, the ticket stub to the future won't and can't be returned, his itching skin cells so hard they can't soon bleed to burn. A gripping and alarming&...
Posted by on Tue, 31 Oct 2006 11:14:00 GMT |
Happy Kids 2006 part 2 |
Far above the cloud line endng, and Polaris's broken hands, she dipped into the backtrack of the misplaced ending. Searching for the brains with no place to flood their fears, she recieved back into t...
Posted by on Wed, 25 Oct 2006 12:29:00 GMT |
Its al'right ma (I'm only bleeding) B. Dylan |
Darkness at the break of noon, shadow evening the silver spoons, from the hand made blade the childs balloon, eclipse both the sun and moon, to understand you no too soon, theres no sense in trying.Te...
Posted by on Tue, 24 Oct 2006 20:21:00 GMT |
Where the wild things are part 2 |
Now I'm humorous to a degree, I want everybody to laugh at me. But if you think i'm gonna let Groucho Marx become my neighbor or I'm gonna give him my numbers to my pager, you must think I'm loon...
Posted by on Sun, 22 Oct 2006 21:18:00 GMT |
Max Dylan's 976th dream |
I drempt last night that I saw Bob Dylan, he smiled at me and I felt chillen. Just right then a skirt guard grabbed again, sent me away like I was a villan. Dammit, she should cram it, there shou...
Posted by on Thu, 19 Oct 2006 13:42:00 GMT |
I got knocked down and my head was spinnin, I woke up in a dean of women |
ghostly fish, the dings of chime bells, i forgot to call them then, on the winter coat so softly perched up, the lashes saw me but i didn't know when. The not knowing what how made me sought that...
Posted by on Mon, 16 Oct 2006 12:40:00 GMT |
no subject |
Snuffys in the attic mixing up the black drink Junes on the blacktop thinkin bout the ice rink, lookin to get paid off goin not to fade off stick in a s...
Posted by on Mon, 09 Oct 2006 08:11:00 GMT |
