Wednesday, August 31, 2005
That's the end of the dream but the beginning of the end and when is the end when it is just the beginning of something else. Place your thoughts on a TV screen give us a smile and tells of our impending doom or of something we can't comprehend due what of it's nature. You'll see us in the starway of the skyline. Adios amigo
Monday, August 15, 2005
From The Arena To The Stars
Reprinting time towards a better life. Nothing is worth it but just make believe and things are always better. Always tomorrow and nothing more. Another few days left in space and always wondering what to do next. A period of waiting on the floor for something to happen. Dual personalities duel it out for the prize of King of The Split Level Head. But then it dies and the background becomes a curious mixture of blood orange and the camera pans away from the arena and into the stars in the sky at night
Thursday, August 11, 2005
I would dearly love to see Japan one day

You are from Japan! -otherwise known as "The
Land of the Rising Sun." Japan is my
personal favorite. We all know they have the
best video games, music, and television shows.
Japan or bust!
Which Asian Country Are You From?
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I tried - it was painful and I've been trying to get over it since

Germany is for you my friend. So much history so
little time, how about you just move in?
Which country should you pop in to?
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Wednesday, August 10, 2005
Well here is a little commercial break

You are the depressed rock!
::Which rock personality disorder (from the Zoloft commercial) should you have? (Results contain pictures!)
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Neon Green Skylines
Nitrogen bombs on neon green skylines. Parachutes ballooning over my head. Insects crawl over my bed. Circus acts becoming clearer into the night sky. Become a victim of our own chaos. Terminal destruction. Faces turn to shadows as the lights reappear to field us in white rooms.
In the end you'll see the new sky ceiling. Paint it different colours. Smash it up and start it again. Put it to the hours cut it up with the glass and find out how long you think it will last. Find out what the mirrors tinker with in the dark and reimagine yourself in another world while you sleep at night.
This is no time to think of former lovers who deaden your brain with imaginary pain. Jungles are no more, forests are dying off. If I made a profit, I too would be happy. Wouldn't you? Sell your story for gold and I'll see you in silver, forgotten prize.
In the end you'll see the new sky ceiling. Paint it different colours. Smash it up and start it again. Put it to the hours cut it up with the glass and find out how long you think it will last. Find out what the mirrors tinker with in the dark and reimagine yourself in another world while you sleep at night.
This is no time to think of former lovers who deaden your brain with imaginary pain. Jungles are no more, forests are dying off. If I made a profit, I too would be happy. Wouldn't you? Sell your story for gold and I'll see you in silver, forgotten prize.
Monday, August 08, 2005
But The Breathing Never Stops
But the breathing never stops. I swear night time is not enough. To shield me from the lies in circumspect of the unholy nature of the dream I long felt deceased. Live in insulation. Bone structure becomes apparent. Trade secrets are all that are made inside this lost patrol where everyone loses all control. Unfashionable victim for the valley parade. I meet you again inside my head and I don't want you to be there anymore. You certainly didn't want me but I can't hold back anymore.
But the breathing never stops. It's funny how I'm still alive. It's a wonder how everything just moves along and I'm continuing to run with it but every now and then you see the victim playing closing doors inside the arena. And it's always the same. Such an insular world. Bloody minded projections and I hope to see centre stage with her. But it's not the same. Not because of her and not because of you. Fallen victims to the bleeding hearts. Such an insular world. Wonder where they take me when I go mad?
But the breathing never stops. Sometimes it takes in diseases and never cares who it pleases. The national landscape in the insular mind. Ask questions that have no answers. I feel lucky to be alive to be dead. Planet Limbo is just waiting for us all but we already live it here on Earth. Catch a cold yet we can catch a death out there. News channels make it very reassuring. Enter the code to receive transmission. We are awaiting for your submission.
But the breathing never stops. It's funny how I'm still alive. It's a wonder how everything just moves along and I'm continuing to run with it but every now and then you see the victim playing closing doors inside the arena. And it's always the same. Such an insular world. Bloody minded projections and I hope to see centre stage with her. But it's not the same. Not because of her and not because of you. Fallen victims to the bleeding hearts. Such an insular world. Wonder where they take me when I go mad?
But the breathing never stops. Sometimes it takes in diseases and never cares who it pleases. The national landscape in the insular mind. Ask questions that have no answers. I feel lucky to be alive to be dead. Planet Limbo is just waiting for us all but we already live it here on Earth. Catch a cold yet we can catch a death out there. News channels make it very reassuring. Enter the code to receive transmission. We are awaiting for your submission.