I am looking and looking to see if I found something purty purty to show you - Aaah I found this beautiful collage on canvas - sold but I miss it and is something gorgeous to look at -
Sunday, July 27, 2014
Monday, April 26, 2010
Terribly sorry you , my third collector of words , little pocket unzipped and corroded by the elements falling on you.
Here i am to save you from suffocating in the dust of old age.
You shall be renewed soon enough and loneliness will not mingle about anymore. A promise...
Thursday, July 9, 2009
I am such a nerdy nerd , and such a mesclum un-lettuce part, you could say I was a kickable ass.
Beer and Twizzlers are my dinner ta-night , and I wouldn't have it any other way. Some old boring fart told me once beer was food , well , that was the one thing I learned from this spiky soul. Not so wholesome in my procured Mediterranean diet but still hearty enough to make burps meaty. I am missing a Goddamm cigarette just now and there is not a sad soul to bum them off. I have become ( mind you) one sporadic smoker , ever since I became a procreator that was a standing issue and no problem whatsoever for me to leave in a corner , just NOW , at this moment in which a write some hair tangled words it seems just the right outter limit to go through. Oh and did I say anything about the music I am hearing right now ? the dabba-dabba years didn't go around to no use let me tell ya. I am the willing light trapped in an elevator and rewarded by it with the tunes for the castigated ear that can deal with anything , like fab bachellor pad music from a closet where you shouldn't look in , magic. Given the solid I live in a forest , there is no trace of a cigui around and that'll be ok.
I am lost in this mess of words it seems I am taking you nowhere tonight and you would be just having car sex instead . I will drop my keys and let you have a good time without my blabling in the background.
I love my car tho, keep it clean.
Friday, February 27, 2009
Seems you're caught pants down with a salute happening in the rain . So lovely so alive and finally so fluid. Rain has fallen on us and broken the ice. i feel a grateful aim towards the outside , slippery when wet and reluctant to disappearing. Lazy and slow awakening bound to happen all around , very welcomed and anticipated . One more rite of passage for those rookies and one more page to turn . With the load of life about to sprout and the one already in motion , I can only admire your predisposition to a whim. So close to my hand to milk all that bursted mute representation of passion , and so alien for you to take it in . Lives in the confusion , many a desire able to spill on the white surface ahead , so very hidden and vulnerable at this point , so wanting to be seen in any degree of integrity. Let me tell you the power of you exploding against the wall is just a random ability to face your own power.
Go over or under but know that your output as a living smudge is never underminded by me.
Love to love you baby