February 2012
54 posts
A fistless fight that can’t be won. Words shoot through the air from guns. Rivers of hate flow to lakes of pain and the rain only adds to a world thats insane. Destruction glistens in the glare of retribution and with the blinding light comes mass confusion. Big brother keeps us under his illusion; disguising darkness with light and just giving us enough breeze to fly our kites. Like the...
Missed Appointments
Oceans of pain are never retained.
My fucked up psychie the only thing to blame.
Distorting my reality
Disturbing conclusions.
Conflicting thoughts
Impossible fusions.
Fishing for answers
Catching questions.
Probably used the wrong bait
Confusing fear with hate.
Causing “destruction” with “dastardly” deeds.
Vastly exaggerating minor calamities.
Can’t open...
The city is my concrete canvas. With my board as my brush I paint lines in its vastness. Turning forgotten shit holes into playgrounds. To pigs im just another dirty mutt hound. The lines I create are not powder, they make art of a different nature. Seen only by people of a different nature. Understanding of my harmless intentions is all I desire. Its a way I deal with the daily pain that...
W. W. Norton: Stone Seeking Warmth →
wwnorton:
Look, it’s usually not a good idea to think seriously about me. I’ve been known to give others a hard time. I’ve had wives and lovers— trust that I know a little about trying to remain whole while living a divided life. I don’t easily open up. If you come to me, come to me so warned. I am…
