If now Armageddon wants to exist somewhere and spread all over, It would not be able to take away this words, NOT this time, They have been SAVED , they have a guarantee of being. There is a space in this fart fast of a time in which this spurt message has been thrown out to be collected. Just a little fight of terrain , always non existent , with a convincing source.
Saturday, March 29, 2008
Jut got beat up by you in my nose, at the peak of it's crest. Give it to me again so I can react fast enough. Knock your lights out is what I oughtta ...The Ludite in me is still biting on my ass , as if I didn't know a chunk of my words were just swallowed by this whore computer, showing what it wants to and obliterating the one reality I run on. The spelling check, on my back , following my every word, measuring every length, a little dictator of modified expression, not aiming to destroy, ....all the time, but actually becoming constructive and somewhat following a thread.
Posted by Jacqueline urbangipsy at 7:53 PM
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
For the picture to show off a day after the cold and a grey spring advancing , still colorless , but somehow gently ghostly. Trying to come out of the bush of ghosts, knowing everyone wants her. So arrogant even in its premature ugliness so gorgeous to me.
Posted by Jacqueline urbangipsy at 9:59 AM