Friday, March 22, 2002

 
There are so many
gone away truths
lips sure to capture them.

They list like dangling wounds
like verses that you’ve stolen
you know they’ll never heal

Shadow me
I refuse to lisp along
with its grey flat melody.

breeze around the fulcrum
a cycle of nothing
gone away truth
depth and vermouth.
posted by varnish 9:23 PM

Monday, February 04, 2002

 
repagenation.
word.

posted by varnish 11:27 AM

Thursday, January 24, 2002

 
in and of itself.
posted by varnish 9:45 AM

 

syntax. dot. dot.
posted by varnish 9:40 AM

Monday, December 03, 2001

 
command. control. shift.
posted by varnish 4:47 PM

 
enabler. of the paradigm shift.
posted by varnish 4:46 PM