Friday, May 1, 2009

mayday mayday

put poison in my blood cuz venom tastes good.
im gonna die inside but live on in memeory
massage my heart and put my place in me
health is a drag on my future
lets go to the castle and live forever
violent blood is the only grow zone
make what you will

Saturday, March 28, 2009

use somebody

i'll save u a trip through my teeth.

Friday, February 20, 2009

NINE O ONE

What came of all this? All this… presentation. Are my washed hands clean now, or rather truer bearers of misheld time? “No worry” says the system to the filter… “There is more to come.”

Should I know these seconds? Of future rights or misplaced footprints. I have never been, one, to give, you, frame of reference. Ever.

The gates are open now, the thaw has begun. I am still me though

L o v EEEEERRRRRRRRRSSSSS Can’t b eee
A PART

Thursday, January 8, 2009

even I don't know

Missed out on magic hands,
sand fills the glass.
Fear mixed with energy,
words kept silent for a reason.
Mash teeth

Sunday, January 4, 2009

quarter till.......

no font can please me.  no shift key owns my sentence.  what blankets i hear just tease my tips.  some heart kills time with questions of who is what and how is when.. dot dot mother effer.. dot dot