Tuesday, April 21, 2009

Motras Lanotra

The colors from my wrist have been lost. It was meant to be fixed and saved just like the first. A celebratory weekend, only to start with a negative income the next day. A dream that was about to blossom into beauty and freedom; gone.

Turn kites into a currency. Feed the kids full of teeth. Don't look but the barmaid is watching you sulk your feet. Bodied. Bodied. Bodied. Nothing new when the last of the fur coats are in. Just write about an embryo, the stages of life that it has missed.

Wednesday, April 15, 2009


There is an absence of material for a social learning environment. It's served in alcohol to get the ripe tastened humor. Can't a humble, yet, fragile noose tinker with a married woman? Why must it ask for her keys into the house? The windows were shattered. Blood covered every inch of every line of cocaine that was on the mirror. In the reflection was a master carpenter asking himself, "Why must I end lives in order to make people happy?"

Just in case there is, there isn't. Understand granite is only a fraction line forced to web troubled medicines. 

Sunday, April 12, 2009


I hate when I watch a vampire movie that is amazing, I get reminded of people whom I've thought were long gone. Everything in that film depicted what seemed to be how things were in the past summers. It was strange, yet warming. I miss summer. Thankfully it's coming back.

It would be interesting to be a vampire for a while...

Wednesday, April 8, 2009

Reel 'Em In!

Life is starting soon. Maybe as soon as 6/10. Buys me some time to still make money. Still a goal in mind, totally achievable. It's going to happen.

I'll make a living. Make a killing and thrill. Its going to happen. Spark that fire, pump those shoes. Equalize the sounds for a better easter island.

Saturday, April 4, 2009


Shes no hyena, i'll tell you that much. One day the tropical rain will bring out the essence in your hair.