sketch book |
http://www.flickr.com/photos/twelvefingers/
Posted by Nate on Wed, 23 Jan 2008 05:14:00 PST |
the things i notice absent since youve been gone |
The rumbling chuckle that would make you rock back and forth form the balls of your feet to your heels while you held your belly.The smell of your very strong hair product that you would comb over you...
Posted by Nate on Fri, 31 Aug 2007 11:28:00 PST |
Walter Green |
He loved burnt toast, and camping, he smoked a pack a day, then quit. He died of bowl cancer. I miss his smell.
Posted by Nate on Mon, 09 Jul 2007 10:40:00 PST |
this is all i have ever known. |
can you feel it? yeah, that! my eyes are now useless, well have always been. but now. now i am just aware. walking in circles because it is comefortable. walk, run walk. sleep with the peacefulne...
Posted by Nate on Thu, 10 May 2007 12:03:00 PST |
empty toilet paper role empty heart |
Today, i had to poop like every one does but here is the catch...no toilet paper!i sat down on the john with a sigh of relief, well actually contentment. with a good comic book in hand (calvin and hob...
Posted by Nate on Mon, 09 Apr 2007 10:07:00 PST |
bones like glass |
bones like glasslung full of empty words talk to be heard, talk so i don't have to listen. i never listen anymore, talk to be heard, talk but i have stoped listening.bones break like glass. even if i ...
Posted by Nate on Wed, 14 Mar 2007 07:59:00 PST |
Even my thoughs are not my own. |
Dear God I got nothing. But you can have it anyways.
Posted by Nate on Sun, 21 Jan 2007 09:45:00 PST |
