I can't tell you what day it was, but I can tell you the hour that it happened. There was a fishy smell in the air that spoke volumes. The boat was ready to dock and so was I. There was no boat though. I fell asleep on the plane and somewhere in between or before the ride and me, I dozed off ( Read more... )

.carefully shaded, found, and depleated-criss-crossing fame of the originally stated shape which resembles a purple craze in your mouth's domain with out graves creating blisters, burns, and decay for the underworld of the vase ( Read more... )

There is a seemingly and mechanical void, pollution, and a punching raising noise beyond the collected various childrens' poise. They finance boundless effort not to sound too copied or varied when making large symbols with your prize; but they are uncertain of their truth, and they fall in and out, and they flow in and out, and they falter, waver ( Read more... )

Whisper, and go away. The pain is forcing the blame to take blame. You know I would tell you why, but you are dangling from the memory of a tooth that fell off while you were sleeping in a threaded handbag designed to be shown. The maturity is enough to make me laugh my way into the black corner of memory mode and laugh once more for you still ( Read more... )

It is impossible to obtain perfection, but it is entirely possible to always strive for perfection.

They saw the fluidness of my liquid glass drop specimens in the undertoe of grain. I haven't much need for intense description. And the bias of lines, they float , they stroke the green texture of their cousins' cousins.

Look back. What did it take to be you? Are you still there? Look forward, pretentious answers don't enhance a memory.
You were, and you still are, here.
Have you ever given in?-the burn of confusion...

So sticky ( Read more... )

The color blue, if you turn it upside down, feels just like wool. And climbing trees can seem a little surreal.
Eating furniture which you don't have to peal. AND TURN, spin, and back, good job, you're a pro! Keep it up eraser, we love you so-it least for awhile, or until you explode.

Storage shoe boxes filled with cut pictures and orange paint planters. I think I smell the desk boiling. Wow, a likely story when you are traveling on a cabinet's publicly introduced speaker fluid not so inclined with green linseed oil fenders. Calmly, the cabinet spilled wallpaper right into my cat's worried little paws and I sunk out of bed, ( Read more... )