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An extension of the abstract lurking in my head.: March 2009
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An extension of the abstract lurking in my head. Tuesday, March 17, 2009. Gravel stones are kicked ahead. And the tracks stretch on and on. Through silhouettes of trees. Rendered mystery by darkness. This path is not one beaten by footsteps. No; forged long ago, before me. By powers as strange as the night. Out of reach of native plea. My courage is not my own. Of the multitude's individual's insecurities. Each step is taken with caution. While eyes pierce through. In search of dawn. I may look forward.
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An extension of the abstract lurking in my head.: Hammer
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An extension of the abstract lurking in my head. Monday, January 4, 2010. Every time the hammer strikes the thumbs flinch. And all these forces inside my brain. Are telling me to build a thousand houses, a thousand for you. But oh the fear that they should all fall around you. Oh the fear that they should all collapse. And kill a thousand men. Hands won't cannot do this. Clumsy broken all of this. To take a step Oh the fear. These sands of mine are running down the sound is all I hear. I borrowed heavily...
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An extension of the abstract lurking in my head.: June 2008
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An extension of the abstract lurking in my head. Saturday, June 21, 2008. This is how the world will end. A paraphrased version of a story told by Kierkegaard, set hundreds of years ago). A theatre full of people catches fire. The only person who notices happens to be part of the act, a clown. The clown runs out on stage and yells to the people, the theatre is on fire, everyone needs to leave, etc. They laugh, and then shortly after burn to death. This is how the world will end. Saturday, June 14, 2008.
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An extension of the abstract lurking in my head.: Rain
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An extension of the abstract lurking in my head. Thursday, April 1, 2010. This might be edited in the future, not sure. For now, here it is. The day is rain; the rest is mud. But artificial roads beckon me,. Inviting me to my destination- had I one. A chorus of ambient metal courses. Through the fingertips of my soul. I wander semi-familiar paths. And choices present themselves. And decisions are made in a flash. The flash of photography;. One right-wrong turn and I am. I am heading toward my grandmother;.
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An extension of the abstract lurking in my head.
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An extension of the abstract lurking in my head. Monday, November 23, 2009. There's this smoked room. It's coughing up a few more cheers, a bit more clapping. Two lonely souls finishing up measured rhyme,. And a bit of distraction, a few beers is given in return. Now this smoked room will vomit 10 or 15 people,. Give it a few hours. They'll fall into cars,. They'll manage their way home. The real trick, the real laugh here. There's a graveyard down the street;. They Will add to the numbers.
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An extension of the abstract lurking in my head.: February 2009
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An extension of the abstract lurking in my head. Thursday, February 19, 2009. This is untitled and the first draft, completed just today without me reviewing it. So it will probably change a bit, but leave comments and tell me what you think. I thought it would end up being longer, but oh well. Out of the car, through the barren parking lot that held far too few cars at this hour than an upright businessman, such as the owner of this very place, would long stand to behold. . Load the pallet, green lig...
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An extension of the abstract lurking in my head.: December 2008
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An extension of the abstract lurking in my head. Thursday, December 25, 2008. A son and a man,. In ash covered land. The man not a fool,. Did not that third,. Bring grief, concern? One pictures the void. But is it perhaps better? For my world,. Teaming with the many,. Seems but hollow illusion. And the false hope. Brings my soul friction. Though they may conceal. Love, thought,. A blue jay on a wintered peak-. So often conceal naught but snow,. And an endless veil. Adam was found lonely and. Without the ...
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An extension of the abstract lurking in my head.: April 2010
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An extension of the abstract lurking in my head. Monday, April 5, 2010. I found peace on a river, once. Floating calm, the birds my guide. No shipwrecks to avoid. No provisions to buy. Found but not kept. For snaking rivers end in teeth. And that one ends beneath. Over the falls, there I fell. Falling, drowning in mid air. Tall rock standing stoic. How hard it is. To keep what's found! To float without motion. To float and never drown. Like hearing silenced sound. Still, occasionally at night. The rain t...
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An extension of the abstract lurking in my head.: The Induetsu
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An extension of the abstract lurking in my head. Tuesday, May 10, 2011. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). I'm- well, I'm human. View my complete profile. Other Sites of Interest. The New Band, "Raise". The Old Band, "Mayday! The Constitution- Know Your Rights. Guitar Chord Name Finder. Here is my Story. Nothing] new under the Son. Life as we know it. Blactions speak louder than words. Travel template. Powered by Blogger.
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An extension of the abstract lurking in my head.: July 2009
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An extension of the abstract lurking in my head. Wednesday, July 22, 2009. Live on a runaway train, for a while. There's cloud's floating over the trees. Seems that's the way. So I'll buy my ticket tonight. While the world it spins on its side. And I once knew a girl who. Spent all her time, making glue. But as hard as she tried, and she tried. There's just nothing in me that would apply. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). I'm- well, I'm human. View my complete profile. Other Sites of Interest. Here is my Story.
