Static.
That's all I pick up anymore.

Remember me like you remember yourself.

this is the sound of a sigh.

I'm sorry if a face of me was ever too ugly.
I'm sorry if a shade of me was ever too dark.

Sometimes I have so much venom well up inside me I have no idea what to do.
I think I could drown in it.

I dreamt of a fever,
one that would cure me of this cold winter set heart,
with heat to melt these frozen tears, and burned with reasons
as to carry on.
Into these twisted months I plunge without a light to follow
but I swear that I would follow anything,
just get me out of here.
And you get six months to adapt,
and you get two more to leave ( Read more... )

12/02/04 ( Read more... )

Today’s date, 01-02-2010, is a palindrome; it reads the same backwards and forwards. The last time that happened was August 31,1380.

"I was alone this time coming. I was alone the previous autumn, and some. I was never asked, neither was I told. Silence befriends this solitude. I’m a man destitute - of touch and spoken word. I’m a lone ranger in the Sahara like a lone Eskimo in the Artic. Behind this ice cold glaze, they never got to uncover. A veil of broken spirit was the ( Read more... )

been in this position so many times, my muscles know what to do.