I chase the dream in toilet bowl confines
With a hollow stick
And a razor blade
But reality determines guilt despair
That speeds time
And acid spits
The daylight hours with lost hope
words by cocaine jesus
Devoted exclusively to the creative process. Here you will see photojournaling, poetry, prose, an occasional review--journaling or philosophical writing can be found on our other blogs. This is our attempt to use our imaginations. Enjoy!
Friday, March 17, 2006
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2 comments:
confused...possibly 'cos i hate toilet bowls. do not want to associate deep thought with it. sorry.
inkblot>>>you never have to apologise. its OK.
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