

Moments Leading Up To A Tree.Spirit in the night drinking spirits Laughing at the pain…”oh the humanity!” “Let the world drop bombs, I’m getting drunk tonight.” "Bartender, one more for the road!"Moments Leading Up To A Tree.
And as it is told: The Lord helps those who help themselves He helped himself to one too many And the Lord helped his spirit soar.


The Farmer's WifeClouds of purple satin haze Above a maze of corn field rows A crow dead black, eyes and hovers Plotting over full corpse meal With maggots sprouting from within A bloated feast for blackest sun Land and hop land and hop Pluck the shriveled raisins out Where she fell is a secret Between the crows and the farmerThe Farmer's Wife


Somewhere in the nightSomewhere amidst the angstSomewhere in the night
Anchored to ungodly turf
A serpent cries for it's release
A mother's bastard's begotten son
Slowly caress the bitch in heat
Oh come oh come oh come


ConversationTalking to another soulConversation
Why do I care what they have to say?
When I've got ten-thousand things to say
My mind absorbs then splinters
My own thoughts I must speak them all, but why?
Why do I care what I have to say?
Does it matter? It doesn't but it does
So we both speak our ten-thousand thoughts
But should we not just stop and wonder
Why anything is here at all?
Why we are even here at all?
Devious Comments
--
(\ /)
(x x)
c('')('')
xxxxxx
--
I subscribe to the "Stoned Ape" Theory of Human Evolution.
xo!
--
I've tried pursuing happiness. Happiness sought a restraining order.
-roxanne-
--
"There is confession in the glaces of our eyes, in our smiles, in salutations and grasps of hands."
-Ralph Waldo Emerson
--
"He cut your strings so that he could float - lit by lights, lifted by alcohol - over acres of loving coast, far away from your lonely ghost." -Will Sheff
--
"He cut your strings so that he could float - lit by lights, lifted by alcohol - over acres of loving coast, far away from your lonely ghost." -Will Sheff
--
"That's how it starts. Murder doesn't seem like a big deal, but then you end up lying, voting in elections... even selling your own books."
--Corso, in The Club Dumas by Arturo Perez-Reverte
--
I'm not tense. I'm just terribly, terribly alert.
--
I'm not tense. I'm just terribly, terribly alert.
Previous PageNext Page