I prefer to remain the anomaly through distance and great strain. I prefer to be the mercury maker that sheds against the grain. Time and space are open thoughts with infinity as their Father, sweet nature as their mother, Jesus was their son and I am their brother. I give nothing more than a crow's eye view from up above. Crowing out my sorrowed ( Read more... )

Don't believe what they tell you. Tomorrow will come soon ( Read more... )

Well, dammit. The sack has finally been pulled over our swollen eyes. The case that supposedly got dropped against my brother is not running full swing. Ten ounces of meth on the plate. ten years to serve. hm. when lord, when will this end? what is the purpose of this cruel act? is there a reason? a lesson? what the hell is the meaning? the score?

hello. goodybye. good morning. good night. good day to you stranger. tipping hats in our passing as a faint notion that we realize: no more. no more kisses. no more hugs. no more laughter. no more crying. distant echoes. Silent screams. forever and nothing. expiration in everything. No one cares. Everyone does. They say they do. They really dont. ( Read more... )

Watching the waves slowly creep towards the beach, breaking along the sandbar and rolling forward into the future, I question why the sky is so dark- lit up like bright lights from not so distant stars. City lights in the moonlight glow at an even farther distance than the flaming stars, burning scars into the evening. Where are you? Looking the ( Read more... )

These photographs burn so well as they illuminate the walls. Darkness surrounding me holding me, squeezing tight. I remember the last words we exchanged before you walked out the door. "Good bye & Farewell" echoes in my mind forever more. Tell me while you're up there-might as well- tell me what might be in store? What about me? What about her? You ( Read more... )

The acid had taken a turn for the worst. The alcohol had me so in submission, i had nothing left to offer the world. Melting places, helicopters. tanks. What else is there to do at 4 30 on a tuesday morning in kentucky? Well. atleast i can say i learned my lesson. A lesson that will not be mentioned. but should it be? should this lsd infested brain ( Read more... )

In a dimly lit room is where i keep my soul. Locked away from sound and sight never to be wronged again. again gives notion to a past event. what event? or events? Tragedy and plain poor luck plague the vastness of my oceans. A bitter smile to warp the minds of sick sadictic fucks who find reasons and motives to attack my aching battle wounded ( Read more... )

Got up early, found something's missing ( Read more... )

" nothing. I want nothing. " i wave to the man in the Black suit named Jim Beam. He pursuaded with "come on, you know you want it" Fuck you! man! f u c k y o u! aw fuck it. he won.