Monday, January 09, 2006


You’re thin. Your face is ugly and I want to smash it. I hide from you, but you always seem to find me. You are a stranger that I am very familiar with. You’re getting thinner and thinner, but you are taking me over. My breath is pouring out as you suck it in. And still you protect me while killing me all in one blink. I delight in your slumber as the desert delights in a thunderstorm; silently, tenderly.


Blogger PerversoActor said...

How come sometimes we can forget the beauty of these drums?
How come can we sometimes wish for these drums to stop?
Are we afraid of the battle?
Do we find blood taboo?
Would we feel better... be better with no blood? I really think I'm going crazy here ;)
About the arboles... I have plenty in this garden of eden of mine.
Un beso,

4:29 PM  
Blogger unregistered text offender said...

the dark side is the light side
the light side is the dark side
black rain is oil
black rain is flamable
flame burns black
flame lights white
flame lights black
flame burns white.

thanks for the comment.

8:12 AM  
Blogger Slain said...

Leaning against me, wasted ribs trembling in fright..

..and whilst death sleeps, I steal away into chilly night

5:46 PM  
Blogger Starry Lady said...

I like this entry... it's beautiful.

"What creature crawls on 4 legs at dawn, walks on 2 at noon, and hobbles on 3 at dusk?"

One of my favorites.

5:46 PM  
Blogger ScarletSphinx said...

Your responses tinkle like crystal wings.

7:24 PM  

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