Lou Toad a cup of coffee to open my eyes yet keep them closed to the unfathomable horrors infecting the world beyond me. the incessant ring of the telephone reminds me that civilizization is all to terribly near to reaching me yet again, of pulling me back into its sordid and twisted game..
2 hours ago ·
Ray Zag A game we've all lost, tails between our tired walking posts of meaty fatigue. Bastardized by the clock, seconds laugh at minutes as hours form little pieces of solidified juncture. Satirically numb, walking on cracked Clouds of urban concrete, all the while dancing in the flickering light of our impending faults...
about an hour ago ·
Lou Toad faults which conspire in dark rooms to hold our sanity for ransom, not asking for monetary gain but only our youth and imagination, something which we refuse to give. the velvet and satin dreams of our parents vanquished by the foes that rise from space dust all around us, twitching and itching to bury there knifes so theatrically into our backs..
about an hour ago ·
Ray Zag Backs that have turned on the reformed and impersonal masses only to see the future so flawed, ambiguous, tainted. Relics of old stare through the windows our generation tried so earnestly to break, the shards glistening in the radiance of a million suns condensed. Still my pompadoured angel of hope regurgitates the dreams I swallowed, as my selfless custodial devils throw sawdust on what could of been...
2 minutes ago ·
Sunday, January 15, 2012
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