CHAPTER 1.
My thoughts on paper.
Anguished.
Decadent - yet not.
Staccato.
Like crisp noodles on break-FAST.
UN-straight and...
Mellow, mllow, mellow, mellow..
Stale.
Like a mouthfull of...
BAD breath in the morning.
Like a standing SYRINGE on my veins
Stuck.
and VIRILE.
Found?
Yeah found.
Not in pages.
But B-E-T-W-E-E-N sheets.
Sexual?
Not quite.
And MAYBE.
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!
Monday, August 07, 2006
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5 comments:
Like the apparent confusion. Want more.
funky and somehow futuristic
@inkblot...
by all means.
@coc J,
u think.
:)
peace..!!
\m/
Noodles on breakfast?
I couldn't decide where to comment, here or on your own blog. Life's hard!
@velvet...
baby...feel free to comment anywhere..
!!
;-)
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