Monthly Archive: August, 2007

sleeping room brats

when i was sleeping at the downstairs sleeping room the other day, i was unceremoniously awaken by two girls crying to the guard.  they were wailing about having seen a boy at about… Continue reading

going down on the 26th

the past just keeps repeating itself, doesnt it? 2years of great “@”…. but i think after this morning, i’ll stay sober until you call me up and ask for one more time the… Continue reading

blasphemous heart

just in case i loose my train of thoughts, heres to you from me… today is fire and i burn. well you’re never gonna find it, if you’re looking for it, won’t come… Continue reading

lying is the most fun a girl can have

Is it still me that makes you sweat? Am I who you think about in bed? When the lights are dim and your hands are shaking as you’re ripping off your shirt? Then… Continue reading

whathisname

though it ran into you down on the street, then it turned out only to be a dream. i made a point to burn all the memories.  you went away and then i… Continue reading

grand theft mobile

in these times of hi-tech, wi-fi, hi-def…churva i could go on, who would you expect to be still interested in those phones from the past century? say for example those big bulky ones… Continue reading

dogs are turds, allergies are for tomatoes

i’ve been knocked out cold for the past seven days by a drug that could either turn my already hollowed brain to mush or keep my body from looking like a walking allergy. … Continue reading

RAIN RAIN, COME AGAIN ANOTHER DAY, BUT JUST FOR NOW, GO AWAY

i love the rain, i could frolic in it although you think otherwise.  See that is the difference between us.  You like it dry and i lavish in the wetness of the streets. … Continue reading

3 seconds in Heaven…interested?

I’m going to tell secrets that spell t.r.o.u.b.l.e.. There a things are better off left unsaid while there are those that are worth the say.  This is more than i could spill for… Continue reading

MY HEART IS THE WORST KIND OF WEAPON

spent most of last night dragging this lake for the corpses of all my past mistakes sell me out- the jokes on you We are salt- and you are the wound Empty another… Continue reading