Dear Latin teacher,
Here's some chocolate for you.
KR. The chimp's mother x
Tuesday, November 16, 2010
Thursday, November 11, 2010
Promenade
Thoughts, dreams of people change into thoughts, dreams of ideas. Freedom, intention, good, bad - lack thereof. Illusions of the self, but most importantly of those in your immediate proximity.
The ground is covered in snow now, but the sidewalk resembles the yellow brick road you follow back home; only the color less annoying. Streetlamps smudged into a cozy glow by the fog that grabs onto each and every ray. The trees have fallen asleep in a land where everything dies for the months of winter.
Somewhere, nothing matters.
The ground is covered in snow now, but the sidewalk resembles the yellow brick road you follow back home; only the color less annoying. Streetlamps smudged into a cozy glow by the fog that grabs onto each and every ray. The trees have fallen asleep in a land where everything dies for the months of winter.
Somewhere, nothing matters.
Thursday, November 4, 2010
Monday, June 21, 2010
If I were a superhero
I'd be the creepy-looking middle-aged man in a trench coat on the side of the road.
unwashed, unshaven
Superpower: exhibitionism
contributing to society
one thought at a time
but still
lacking of words
privacy; what luxury
oh laughter
unwashed, unshaven
Superpower: exhibitionism
contributing to society
one thought at a time
but still
lacking of words
privacy; what luxury
oh laughter
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