the line

i don't get she whats shes playing at, it's that fear that you get when your friend gets separated from you in some line, you both still see each other, you just can't get to each other.
i'm being dragged thought that fear right know, she was ahead of me in the line and i was complacent, but then she looked back and desires that laid dormant resurface.
but now shes turned back, but i still want her

why do this? teaser

everything is saturated

one year

one year away to the date i will mention the person whose complexion has stolen my eyes for there own, the red ink in the book of my life, for the last one year.

the riddle
a little girl peers in to the darkness, the waves rage around her, hammering the side of the ship as one does with a ram. but then, the storm calms and from the abyss rises an beast, staring with gorgeous eyes, he says its you i want.

meet an interesting guy yesterday,, i should have been scared but i was curious instead. and i think he enjoyed my company.

my hour with the convicted gun for hire

you don't know me,
an' I don't know you,
this thing we think we had was,
t'is untrue,
made on fragile boulders,
it wouldn't last

STRONGBOW

i think i'm handling this quite well.

it was a thing we had

the fire is gone, though some say that it was never burning, whats left is only the strong glow of embers, that at any moment can relight, but needn't wait cause it will either be now or never at all, and my bet is never at all.

i really want someone to talk too, face to face, its what i miss the most now, no more face to face talks with people who aren't drunk, i miss the body language, the real laughs, the smiles, to look into someones eyes, all those things seem to be unappreciated now, but i guess I'm old fashioned and cannot keep up with what the world thinks i should be doing, mindless sex, alcohol, and drugs, i cannot do it, to defy my ethics for pleasure, forget my morals so that i can yield to temptation and therefore wiping it out, i just don't know anymore, my symbols have been desecrated, and i know not what to do, it just seems like this place, this circus of anarchy just seems to encompass more and more ground, and i stand on the brink, i look in to see the sadistic pleasures to be had, and then i look behind me, an ocean of golden brown swaying with the wind, but no one is in the fields, everyone is enjoying the circus, and now the decision, join the hoard and become part of the orgy, or sit in the fields and enjoy what no one else enjoys, I'll take to the fields, and enjoy the pleasures of peace and serenity, would you join me? if you had the choice, would you join me? let me show you the things to be had, wonders, glorious wonders to be found, but would you allow yourself to join me, or walk through the golden arches of the circus, where you may take your pick, masochism or sadism, and enjoy your perverted pleasures, until you start to search for more, which you will, after all it will start to get tiring and routine, you'll look for that something, you'll need that something.

fuck this virtual world we live in, it has diluted the splendor of meeting people face to face, and know i cannot tell someone i miss them, but it hurts so bad, to see there pictures every night just makes it worst and i think they've forgotten about me, but i can't for what i shared with them i shared with no one else, they might be oblivious to that fact but i'm not, i need to escape but i dont want to escape without her, i'll be stuck on that godforsaken site until i have her or she leaves.

theres a shark hunting me

the first time i'm actually lost for words, there feels like there is a bowling ball on my chest, i cannot breathe, i don't know what to do, i've lost her, i've lost her for good, i don't think i can get, fuck, this time its for real, i've lost her, my gold, i've lost her, i've lost to an unknown, obtrusive mother fucker, i couldn't go near, and he couldn't say away and he gets the girls, love lost out to infatuation, this has rocked the basis of everything that i had believed in, wow, fuck, i lost out because i was to chicken shit to ask and now that she is gone and work up the courage because someone else has her, my girl. my November, my ray of light in the darkness, fuck

have i been left behind

there is nothing to say, except that there's nothing to say.

life is the parody.

shit happens, but we get through it, a clean room symbolises that.