Thursday, December 3, 2009
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
Monday, November 30, 2009
Sunday, November 29, 2009
November 29th, 2009
"Where does that lady go?
You know, the one with the broken toes
I can't see her going far
Her poor bones, that awful scar
I heard they packed her brain too tight
And I heard if you tease, she'll bite
But I see her walk during the moon
And she'll do a spin and sing a tune
As she goes up on those broken toes
I wonder, where will that lady go?"
-by Salsapark, October 23rd, 2006
Oh Xanga.
You know, the one with the broken toes
I can't see her going far
Her poor bones, that awful scar
I heard they packed her brain too tight
And I heard if you tease, she'll bite
But I see her walk during the moon
And she'll do a spin and sing a tune
As she goes up on those broken toes
I wonder, where will that lady go?"
-by Salsapark, October 23rd, 2006
Oh Xanga.
Thursday, November 26, 2009
November 26th, 2009
There was a devil in my dream last night. We threw gold filings on his face to make him burn, but there was no effect. The devil was menacing, I wasn't sure about life anymore. He came up to me in a primal way. His hands held a railing to the right and left of me, myself in the middle. He was too close and I was in distress. He was just too close to me.
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
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