November 2008

The Everything in Nobody

by JackDeadmen November 24, 2008

“I want no word to go unspoken; no thought to be unthought-of. I want to hear every word, live every dream, touch every life, and look deeply into every eye of every beautiful face I see. To love and feel every moment, to breathe every precious breath and to know it is precious as I [...]

the undecided haiku repetition

by MortRainey November 24, 2008

Which to follow. Her? My heart, or what I think is. Good for me? Don’t know. What to do, who to. do. I’ll figure it out late. er… maybe aim low. Maybe I’ll be good. Which is, of course, what should be. Shouldn’t it? Vague. Vague. I remain unknown. Unknowing. Tempted intwo. Directions unknown.

How did the film shoot go?

by BillyPilgrim November 18, 2008

So has anyone ever seen the documentary “Lost in La Mancha”? .. First set up for the day blew out 5 floors of electricity which took over an hour to fix… .. Seemed like every other shot was interrupted by a power surge which would blow out our photo floods… .. Not to mention the [...]

by BillyPilgrim November 18, 2008

Fellow Canaries, Please send out the good vibes today. I will need the cosmic pull in my favor on this most glorious first day of production. Love and Strength, Kevin

WG and Me

by BillyPilgrim November 16, 2008

We become superstitious when designing hallways; when drafting the interior mind-scape of the age addled mind. . . Here goes nothing. William v. 4.0 is about to launch.

Tested & Testy

by BlueCadet3 November 16, 2008

Every little trial. Every little thing that could possibly taunt me, torment me. Overcome. Conquered. For what? More? I prove nothing to no one. There are no rewards for surviving; just more struggling to survive. Who administers these tests? Who grades them? Who gives a fuck about putting it up on the fridge if I [...]

Cue the music: A hero is about to die

by JackDeadmen November 14, 2008

Playing with matches In a field of Rye The wind says: No, it begs me to (Stop!)

im sick of me

by rottenrocks November 13, 2008

just fuck me already. im sick of waiting, my love. i dream but dont seek you out.

pathetic attempt at my 1st haiku

by rottenrocks November 13, 2008

she keeps calling. fuck. bringing thoughts i just dont want whiskey keeps me dumb

Birthday Haiku 08

by Ce November 12, 2008

Twenty seven years Every song played just for me Old – ness creeping in

by MortRainey November 10, 2008

on the 33rd minute of the 4th hour on the 10th day of the 11th month of the 4th year since i say goodbye forever for ever for ev er f or ev er f o r e v e r

Haiku you too, baby

by zero/of/the/day November 7, 2008

The drink helps a bit but only enough to numb what can’t go away

Over it

by MortRainey November 7, 2008

Tainted fainting bitch She don’t know the first damn thing Too drunk to love love

where’dja go?

by BlueCadet3 November 5, 2008

withdrawals I feel from loves long since departed strain my weary wings

Finally

by zero/of/the/day November 1, 2008

The sun just came up. I have been up for hours now, counting the things I can’t do this early in the morning. Starting drinking for the day is not one of those things. Mornin, kids.