| We tread murky gravel tombstone jaunts to obscurely colored clouds and silver linen, strung to rot. Born to... ...rot. |


ThotI want to steal the skyThot
and place it in your tiny hands.
This is a thot because I am to scared of your divine rejection.
I day dream to one day take your hand and walk amoungst the forest creatures and sheild you from all storms.
Too bad I am too much of a coward to even ask your name.


Sherman Alexie FilmsThe tears like ghosts dance along Side my european noseSherman Alexie Films
The tears are not mine or yours But that of Native salt
Motion of the pictures of moments mount The horse riding into a blackhole of credits
The death and birth of leaving The reservation
The reservation through us Through life and death
Today I walk In Levi and bandana With a horse heavy heart 'til night falls Into liquor


Retrain Your SaddlePlease say the writers of the twenty linesRetrain Your Saddle
I have been hardened,
hardened into a crust
Please refrain from your hardened hate
Please retrain your saddle of hate
Please retrain your brain, become a saint
Please pull the lid closed on your pessimism
Please turn your hate to love
Please rethink your train
of hate talk
Please pray to not be riddled
| We tread murky gravel tombstone jaunts to obscurely colored clouds and silver linen, strung to rot. Born to... ...rot. |


This Feeling...*~This Feeling...~*This Feeling...
What do you call that feeling... How do you describe such discomfort? It can't be the same as dying... Yet something within seems to hurt.
What do you call this idleness... How do you regain control of your mind? I can't have returned to this blindness When I was so ready to leave you behind.
What meaning is there in the words... The messages you seem to reply reluctantly? Maybe this self-induced pain is absurd But who can blame an artist's own tragedy?
Is there a name, a term for this feeling... An overflowing o


Pretty FaceI know the planes of your face in starlight, and the hum when your body flickers like a candle.Pretty Face
I know your smile in the evening, and the twinkle of your eye basking in the afterglow.
But as afterglow fades and daylight shines through, I wonder if I really know you.
Are you more than just a pretty face, with proposed treachery in your heart?
I wonder and ponder but forget it all in the warmth of your smile.
| Tom Robbins Charles Bukowski Jack Kerouac Allen Ginsberg Billy Childish Richard 'Gary' Brautigan |
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~A song isn't always a Love Story, but a love story is always A Song~
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~A song isn't always a Love Story, but a love story is always A Song~
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~billie d~
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" Bless me with your gift of light."
BTW, yer welcome!
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~billie d~
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" Bless me with your gift of light."
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~billie d~
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~billie d~
add it all, buddy!
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