A Message |
New Page^^ From here on, you can contact me through that page, this one will be inactive.To everyone, sorry that I haven't been in contact with most of you, I've been going through a lot of changes, l...
Posted by on Thu, 29 Jan 2009 18:17:00 GMT |
The Instrument |
A smooth string is plucked from The Instrument,a line of metal coil does a line off It's neck.Your coarse thumb forces it's fingerprint acrossThe Instrument's open mouth.Each string, a hopeless ...
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the |
the
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is |
is
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What |
What
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? |
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meaning |
meaning
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Breeding |
People are bred for fucking.Bred for thoughtsBred for coming home with loaves of it.There are people who are bred for handing you that bag of fast food.Bred for crying.Bred for bein...
Posted by on Sun, 18 May 2008 21:48:00 GMT |
6 |
I step through her eyes.My body is pulled through the colorful palette of her iris,a universe, made of freshly lain grass and greyscale smiles.ideals and breathy phrases, made together as our bodies l...
Posted by on Sat, 05 Apr 2008 11:47:00 GMT |
Summer Days give me headache, and He cares not. (Spoken Word) |
I sit on top of your head, God, with nothing to lose.I've disguised myself as one of the jews and can't help but not complain when everyone's picking on me.But the Sun is still shiningYes, It's a brig...
Posted by on Sun, 12 Aug 2007 14:05:00 GMT |
