decent |
The kitten will kill the lion when things get desperate enough.you have all the time in the world remember thatyou're imagining yourself imagining yourselftime means nothing to you...
Posted by Charlie on Sun, 23 Sep 2007 10:00:00 PST |
"a cut while shaving" by Charles Bukowski |
It's never quite right, he said, the way people look,the way the music sounds, the way the words arewritten.It's never quite right, he said, all the things we aretaught, all the loves we chase, all th...
Posted by Charlie on Thu, 09 Aug 2007 10:31:00 PST |
unclassical symphony |
the cat murdered in the middle of the streettire crushednow it's nothing and neither are weaswelookaway
Posted by Charlie on Wed, 20 Jun 2007 01:25:00 PST |
like a polluted river floating |
you just don't know how to do it,you know that,and you can't do alot of other useful things either.it's the way you were raised,some of it at least,and you'll never learn now,it's too late,you just ca...
Posted by Charlie on Thu, 17 May 2007 11:50:00 PST |
the last storm |
The minutes moved like days in the factory. The hiss of air compressors seemed more like devils laughing at his shrink wrapped days. It was sunny outside as he walked into the building, this made him ...
Posted by Charlie on Wed, 02 May 2007 09:35:00 PST |
Kurt Vonnegut |
"Everything was beautiful, and nothing hurt."
Posted by Charlie on Thu, 12 Apr 2007 10:42:00 PST |
the difficulty in breathing |
smallunnerving occurrenceskeepcoming uponeafter the other:haphazarddumbaccidents of freakishchance-the tiring tasksthat are partof our routineand the sundry otherever-recurringannoyances-all theseinev...
Posted by Charlie on Sun, 08 Apr 2007 11:46:00 PST |
van gogh's chairs |
he came over and I had noidea of how to get rid of himI've never been good at thatI'm too worried about what people think of meto be rude.but he was somethinghe wouldn't shut uphis mouth kept going an...
Posted by Charlie on Fri, 06 Apr 2007 03:26:00 PST |
widescreen life (16:9) |
The face in the mirror, it looks ravaged... as though something alive moves beneath the skin. I can't stop my cheeks, my right eye, the ligaments in my neck from pulsing, rapid. A demon morse code all...
Posted by Charlie on Thu, 22 Mar 2007 12:32:00 PST |
cracked |
who put this brain inside of me? it cries it demands it says that there is a chance. it will not say "no." I have died too many times believing and waiting, waiting in a room staring at a cracked c...
Posted by Charlie on Sun, 18 Mar 2007 12:12:00 PST |
