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