Archives: March2009

  • propriety.

    To innocently log onto this technological piece of paper once more.
    To give out thought, feeling, suppression.
    Like the drawing of blood from the mind and soul, to write is a passion, a frustrating
    yet beautiful obsession.

    Perhaps a flower, that takes much time to fully blossom.
    Often it can show realistic desire, or endless dreams in-accomplishable.
    But in end, for what [...]

  • a buon intenditor poche’ parole.

    It is quite ironic how the post before this is the epitome of depression and pessimism, and 
    this post pours optimism and mellow smiles.

    But that is what life is, corect?
    A correlation of beauty and irony, perhaps the dependent equation upon which we live on.
    Without the bad, the good does not taste as sweet yes?
    Home alone, Italian music plays along with the sweet [...]

  • hiroshima veins.

    Staring into the emptiness of their faces, my lip quivers with a certain disgust.
    Specific to the situation, I stare into space as if forever waiting for logic.
    Surrounded by no reason, giving up seems fancier as each day passes.
    Local Nurse declares, it is only an emergency if you are hemorrhaging or have something broken.
    It is a fucking emergency.
    No, I am [...]

  • six wheels & two lips.

    “What’s new Suzie Q?” as she picks up the lighter from the cup holder.
    “You know, I am probably not going to forget this little escapade my whole life.”
    “Hmm, you might not have that chance, dear sir.” as she winks at him.
    He pulls up his pants and exits the car.
    He seemed tired, and she did not [...]

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