janusz@apollo:~$ date
Sun Jul  1 01:51:22 MDT 2007

years pass, past last
another phase, pays fast

wicked ways
with them today.

tune, aight
.

sister sense send salvation ( Read more... )

14 million billon,
layers in the sea.

Cross an ocean,
just to see me.

I chased down a wild and fild a beast,
To extrant that juicy sweet syrup.

Make it, fake it, and take it.
for granted.

Who has hat tulent left today.
Put your life in riddles,
wrap your thoughts in word.
And make it go Goom...

Deep down in the sand ( Read more... )

... and look at me, im not putting out a thousand words a week, i don't have my professor (sp?) breathing across my spinal coord or anything else. If you want to find modern examples of real writing i guess you are shit out of luck, as in frogger when he hits a wall and eeeeeeeeeeexpires to a mess of skull & cross bones. And yet for lack of ( Read more... )

... and as for proper writing style, there is noone, and i mean as in right now when i write that. Loose touch with your surroundings loose touch with reality. It will come through, maybe a year, perhaps five, if lucky count on ten, then your out. Not that much has changed in the art of writing, and still duh mas still do it, as well they should. ( Read more... )

I read this, but i bombed it, eh what are ya gonna do ( Read more... )

what can i do ( Read more... )

I dun trust um,
dey tryin somfin,
head under wool,
make me da foo.

Inside the
middle,
means so
little.

change so
slow,
just let
it go.

nothing changes
faster than
the mind,
or for a
shorter period
of time.