Sleep Deprivation is not good for my emotions.
But when i try to sleep I keep getting woken.
Damn it, I don't want to be so broken.

Shelled-out heart ( Read more... )

The price to have me is me.
It's simple innit?

Two Works. I'm calling them my untitled era thingers, but Brock Titled the first one.
A Monday and Tuesday Double whammy.
Apparently the first one is my best yet... now wait till they read the second one. we'll see.
I guess i'm getting more beatific as the weeks progress.

( Two Poems under the cut. )

If you're my friend and you know i consider you family.

Drop me a fucking line now and then to let me know you're still kicking.

The poets pose, avoiding conversing about prose n' midnight woes as the alcohol fuels the time piece engines enough to become morose

Gerrard, Angel, Brock, Moi.

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Uh... I said it, and we agree... and uhm... eh... I was leaking... she was first though.

( Figure it out. )

Man, even Poets get the blues.

Yeah, gates of hell and back, powered on IT!

Photos to come.
Long interesting night filled with fear and loathingesque type scenes of rape inside the gold mine.
wait... no.
yeah i'm gonna be late for work

bad Photo!

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