How disappointingMr. Thompson, you've made a grave error....
You owe me the 30 dollar grand prize for my rock solid In My Movie Poem
And, thats just that.
The ManThe Man rests his withered head on the wall. Webs of gang-sign graffiti tarnish his cement pillow. He shuffles his feet. His tired legs moving in circles across the plaster fields of cracked sidewalk and cigarette butts. He smiles a weary grin of recognition. He know's he is old. He recognizes that his translucent skin is too thin a barrier to hold in all the sepia-tinged blood. He knows, but he doesn't care. He has given up. His hope has popped like a red balloon held by a crying little girl. Back when he was eight he had dreamt of holding his head high in history books and touching the sky--painting a star with his name. His Mama had alwaysThe Man
Anarchy at the GatesI-Anarchy at the Gates
Lights bleed neon blood. Dripping onto the warm autumn pavement.
Storefronts are made out in the haze. Take-out Chinese. Pawn Shops. Car Stereo.
Rocks are scattered and placed in front of your toe. You stumble. The world turns upside down.
Your unbalanced now as you fall. Gracefully. Smashing on to the concrete. Neck sweat drips. Like neon. Your glasses fly off. Earth is blurry, except for the horizontal vision of three construction cones.
You've sprained your ankle.
Some car lights come screaming from the distance. Singing duets with police tape. Sounds like R
Confessions IIISaturday, October 30, 2003 10:35 This night was one of the craziest nights I’ve ever lived. I am high on life. It’s like I’m living my own erotic dream, or something. Actually, come to think of it, I don’t think I would even want to live my own erotic dream. A whole night of partying. So first, I went to Ben’s birthday. He turned 15 Monday. So we picked up Sam, which took forever because my crazy mother wouldn’t slow down so I could find Sam’s house. So then, she takes the long way to Ben’s house. Thirty minutes of my crazy mother thinking aloud is no picnic.Confessions III
Take a Dream
upload some new ones so i can pass my time easier.
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"have no fear of perfection, you will never reach it"
- Dali
ignorance isn't bliss, it's a false sense of reality
def appreciated.
ur gallery is quite nice as well... not finished going thru it tho so ill get to it. heh.
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"have no fear of perfection, you will never reach it"
- Dali
ignorance isn't bliss, it's a false sense of reality
Thanks for the watch! I shall return the favor!
You have some nice photography going on
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