The hazy days go to nights returning on and on ( Read more... )

Have you not heard of that madman who lit a lantern in the bright morning hours, ran to the market place, and cried incessantly: "I seek God! I seek God!" -- As many of those who did not believe in God were standing around just then, he provoked much laughter. Has he got lost? asked one. Did he lose his way like a child? asked another. Or is he ( Read more... )

He came with terrible news, not much unlike Apollo, he carried the message. People always tend to shoot the messanger, because they could never shoot God, and they wouldn't dare take blame for the death themselves. But alas, God is in fact dead. But divinity is not ( Read more... )

I'm not the "same" person i've always been ( Read more... )

His ulitimate goal was to create a piece of art that would completely represent who she was. Every time pen went to paper, about all the little quirks she had, he couldn't fathom who she really was. He only created some rough concept of who she was, he never truly knew her thoughts. It drove him insane ( Read more... )

god ( Read more... )

It all started when i stumbled upon coincidence, it was in a cardboard box. I sat in some wasteland garage. The stain ridden kind of garage. The garage was too cluttered for those stains to be from a car ( Read more... )

so i'm liberated, completely and utterly, no-one can "officially" tell me what to do... i mean i'm still gonna listen to everyone but officially, fuck it, i'm done ( Read more... )

"i coulda been a contenda"-on the waterfront ( Read more... )

it really is the smell
of last nights pants,
soaked in a lucious mix of
smoke
alcohol
and temid inhibitions
and that sweet smell
of fond memories
and you decide on that note
to wear them for just one more day