Lost Love Lust

Archives: April2010

• condescending condescention.

  The human race is not a race.
  We are stagnant.
  A stagnant addition of worthless deoxyribose scum.
  Mmm, how delicious that does sound.
  Cruel, diminishing, misunderstanding, impotently unintelligent relatives of the hair mammal.
  Mmm, how true that does sound.
  A glimmer of tertiary hope and despair, wrapped in a box of I don’t care.
  Viscious female glares, and careless male flares.
  Idignant polination, [...]

• hidden passages.

  There’s a dim light in the surrounding.
  As in all ends, I find myself accompanied by the soul and mind.
  Their voices are the notes to my paper and the lyrics to my song.
  In an ironic sort of manner, the die hard romantic sits quietly alone.
  The one always looking in the depths, wondering where their one lies.
  I’ll reach, [...]