after the orange, the blue seems surreal.
after the brown, the reds here congeal.
in the midst of it all, our thoughts realign.
what once was forbidden is now here and mine.
Dare to dream said the ones who awoke.
dare to speak freely the wordsmith spoke
Thursday, December 4, 2008
Wednesday, January 16, 2008
Monday, November 12, 2007
Tuesday, July 31, 2007
Bit by Bit
Each drink brings us to the brink. Each assumption pushes boundries like never before. till we drop off the face of the earth, knock someones block off, or just dwindle our helpless hopeless little energies into oblivious little faces on the back of the crowd.
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