Stutter |
dreaming in color, leaving on the welcome wagonfor four days plus onei packed all my memories and my ceramic owlsI like to think about red towelsin back aly's and cornersthe smell of mildew always get... Posted by on Tue, 13 May 2008 06:39:00 GMT |
From One dump to another |
Have you ever wanted something, in your gut?Have you ever felt that you could do anything, be anyone, reach it, and touch it?Have you ever puked in a glass, or a bag, have you ever just not worn under... Posted by on Wed, 16 Apr 2008 22:51:00 GMT |
Sunshine, Export A Gold |
I've shed some tears, for the past yearsI've played some games, Acted SaneI've told some storiesMade found MemoriesFound gloryWest Broadway DreamsRipped at the seemSo it seemsLeft behindStolen WordsMa... Posted by on Wed, 16 Apr 2008 22:49:00 GMT |
Miller |
Stop it now, my mind is away from my beauty that exists, I feel tainted ugly and jaded, waiting for time, suddenly it has faded into the known, plastic shoes with rubber soles, unable to pin point the... Posted by on Fri, 13 Apr 2007 18:20:00 GMT |