Thursday, December 30, 2010

Linsey Mckenzie First Sunday Sport



Oh and here it is, trivially intended to launch a barren banality my almost intact.
Without care for nothing, not even without care for me.
And I had also written the story of a couple of days, I had fun writing and I had published on my mind putting up the sign, and then I jumped out the window down.
and vapors of the mind have dragged down on the right ... I observe it, but that does not stop, you wait for my game. Aspect of me that it crashes to the ground.
What soil?
Then everything vibrates. Everything in your pocket. The phone rings.

Linsey Mckenzie First Sunday Sport



Oh and here it is, trivially intended to launch a barren banality my almost intact.
Without care for nothing, not even without care for me.
And I had also written the story of a couple of days, I had fun writing and I had published on my mind putting up the sign, and then I jumped out the window down.
and vapors of the mind have dragged down on the right ... I observe it, but that does not stop, you wait for my game. Aspect of me that it crashes to the ground.
What soil?
Then everything vibrates. Everything in your pocket. The phone rings.

Tuesday, December 14, 2010

Pink Dots On Samsung Tv

COLD


It's cold.
much colder than yesterday. Very
even colder today.

not go out not even to smoke, not even to die, and looked out.

He passes. Cool.
head nicely mowed by the icy wind.

's face frozen. Icy eyes.
hair stuck in thin strips rigid, solidified. Watch
front-of him.
Watch the wind, the only worthy-of itself, the only one of all his love.

And I miss you see me, me, shivering behind the glass window of my-dirty.

Fixed the unlit cigarette.

Pink Dots On Samsung Tv

COLD


It's cold.
much colder than yesterday. Very
even colder today.

not go out not even to smoke, not even to die, and looked out.

He passes. Cool.
head nicely mowed by the icy wind.

's face frozen. Icy eyes.
hair stuck in thin strips rigid, solidified. Watch
front-of him.
Watch the wind, the only worthy-of itself, the only one of all his love.

And I miss you see me, me, shivering behind the glass window of my-dirty.

Fixed the unlit cigarette.