people should add and comment to Dave Navarro. If you do not know who he is then I pity you. More people should write from their heart and the depths of their souls. He has touched me this day..
( Dave click )

If you think I was being an inane little bastard because I commented the words "woo hoo" to your post you are clearly only half right. The truth of the matter is far more sinister. If you found the comment "woo hoo" to you post it would be because of the following reasons ( Read more... )

keep it sweet...florist of dreams and tangerine...your burning up...the forest of love...your tangled up...Sitting in a hotel room in Paris staring at my cup. It has some kind of French house coffee in it that is the specialty of the hotel's resteraunt. I've added cream and two sugars. I stir the cup over and over just listening to the spoon as it ( Read more... )

robs waydown : *tours paris* ok now sex ( Read more... )

( I was just curious )

So basically we are all human and that isn't something we should have to remind each other of. Yet at times I think we forget. How easy is it to become so wrapped up in your self, your life and your own doings that you forget those around you? How easy is it to forget that they have feelings and bleed just as easy as you do ( Read more... )

And I watch as the world around me melts, blisters and fades like an unknown scar. Night fall. Dripping in it's weakness it still calls out to me. Still beckons me to be a part of it but I dwell in my contentment. Watching as the shimmering lights sparkle and dull to an afterglow. They could never be as bright as the sun. even as it sets low over ( Read more... )

Have you ever found yourself in your car, driving to lord only knows where, only to realise you aren't sure how you got to this point? You have no recollection of the passing scenery. You were quietly dazed, lulled by the music. You had tunnel vision and now you are questioning where your desitination truly lies... You feel this impeded urge to ( Read more... )

(so I was reading alot of Poe before making this ( Read more... )

she follows me down to the sound of the sea, slips to the sand and stares up at me. 'Is this how it happens? Is this how it feels? Is this how a star falls?'

The sun was setting slowly on the beach as I took her hands. Blindfolded I led her down to a blanket where I had placed ten lit candles in the sand. The blanket in the center with my guitar ( Read more... )