just a question... |
Everyday I open my eyes and thoughts pour in... like the crumbled flood gates of louisiana...we are what we are, poor fools in this sadistic game... what happens in the end though?... are we lead to "...
Posted by on Thu, 28 Aug 2008 12:03:00 GMT |
Aparment 706....Resumed |
(continueD...) she gazed in to his emaciated face... " You sho’ you ready fo’ dis stuff doll?" "I ain’t fuckin’ ’round here, this stuff could knock you on yo’ prett...
Posted by on Thu, 03 Apr 2008 16:33:00 GMT |
crocodile tears... |
she sits high on her bar stool...Mascara running...teeth yellow and tarnished hiding beneath a mouth full of red smudged lipstick...resembling that of a circus clown who performed one too many shows.....
Posted by on Wed, 13 Feb 2008 13:37:00 GMT |
Aparment 706....Resumed (FINAFUCKINLEE) |
long time, eh?.....(narrator clears throat) "ahhh hmmmm...shall we get on with this fuckin thing?!!!"....Mia is left standing in front of a tattered mint green door....a 706 engulfed in rust, left a b...
Posted by on Mon, 10 Dec 2007 13:36:00 GMT |
crucify the sinner |
"crucify the sinner"...whispered from his dry lips softly in to my ear...i felt his clutch tighten around my frail neck...his voice was cracked like an old violin...eyes bloodshot red which made them ...
Posted by on Wed, 07 Nov 2007 10:48:00 GMT |
disintigrated dream |
looking back on everything as i watched crimson fluid pour endlessly from my wound...it was the impatience that had led me to him...sour thoughts leaked through my mind....of decaying crows swarming ...
Posted by on Wed, 08 Aug 2007 08:30:00 GMT |
continued....apartment 706 |
this fucker does'nt even know what hes talkin.... she thought to her slender lil self as she folded into the old cab......which smelled strongly of urine, puke and old coffee....some indian girl waile...
Posted by on Mon, 25 Dec 2006 13:18:00 GMT |
An Old Poem |
here's an old poem my mother used to scare me with when I was a little Jit....Once upon a day,inthe middle of the night.two dead boys got up to fight,back to back they faced eachother.Drew their sword...
Posted by on Fri, 15 Sep 2006 14:25:00 GMT |
fool of the hopeless |
Dear Maria,
I was lying still......I could barely inhale while she was lying on top like a wheelbarrow of bricks......her spirit so heavy......she only wanted to say goodbye......breathin...
Posted by on Fri, 28 Jan 2005 17:03:00 GMT |
ave maria |
falling falling falling......boom ....hit me.... smacked up fractured soul.....I keep reminding myself of this frailty....and the lone violin weeps quitley in the backdrop of my life.....no one can he...
Posted by on Fri, 02 Apr 2004 13:28:00 GMT |
