when I grow up. |
When I was little, my ambition was to grow up to be a book. Not a writer. People can be killed like ants. Writers are not hard to kill either. But not books. However systematically you try to destroy ...
Posted by BOOM. on Sat, 15 Sep 2007 09:53:00 PST |
beauty.. true beauty. |
But it doesn't discredit me, because my inner beauty is going to surpass any chick in the game. Anybody who knows me know that I don't have a qualm about how I look because I'm so proud of who I am on...
Posted by BOOM. on Mon, 13 Aug 2007 10:53:00 PST |
the answer. |
Why do you paint?For exactly the same reason I breathe.That's not an answer.There isn't any answer.How long hasn't there been any answer?As long as I can remember.And how long have you written?As long...
Posted by BOOM. on Wed, 08 Aug 2007 08:15:00 PST |
crazy/beautiful. |
You can be anywhere when your life begins. You meet the right person and anything is possible.You can be anywhere when your life begins. When the future opens up in front of you. And you may not even ...
Posted by BOOM. on Sun, 08 Jul 2007 12:53:00 PST |
layers of identity. |
..Push somebody just enough, they don't give in, they give out decoys. A personal story that's not all that personal, a vulnerable look that's not all that vulnerable. Layers of identity. Now it's not...
Posted by BOOM. on Tue, 10 Apr 2007 09:07:00 PST |
