dimetradon dinosaurs still wander across that pastel plain ( Read more... )

its okay, you confess to the air around you ( Read more... )

the chances of meeting someone ( Read more... )

well, i thought i'd let you ( Read more... )

why does my real life always cross over into my timed writing ( Read more... )

look at you ( Read more... )

when I watched her walk in the garden, I was suddenly unafraid of my own thoughts ( Read more... )

sex is about hate for a single girl ( Read more... )

I have heard that there is evil inside of us, but never have I seen in it such a concentration as in the compacted sediment of layers and layers of detrimental makeup. But the barred ideal of make-up, it covers too much, so cover your face instead with your hands because no one ever liked being a plain face girl. in a plain faced town, in a plain ( Read more... )

as you checked your grandfatehrs pocket watch, you almost knew polished brass was the composition of ones soul. Something faded that doesn't quite hold a reflection, but you check it more than often anyways. Its something about time, hows its so segmented like an athropod's abdomen, legs, and antennae and wanders listlessly between being an ( Read more... )