Tuesday, March 15, 2011

Bursting from seams, the seems possible and those first to discover or remove the hindrances which have paved the way for all. And one can be neither wiser, nor dapper, nor more bursting at the seams.

Saturday, March 12, 2011

What Ought To Be

Unmellifluously fasting heart, you reserve the lazy manufacture of practical sensation for the easy bond resting quietly upon the stored dreams' versions of sacrosanct pleasantries and ideals. More a sense of bonded conniption bits than the glorious hallowedness of thy muffled organ. 




Wednesday, March 9, 2011

The wind blew all day, striking her face and calling her name. "The fashioning of youth", a thought that perched itself on the roadside of her mind. She imagined it as a vulture covered in black and gray feathers, neck crooked back and to the left observing with black eyes the dying travelers passing by its newly claimed domain. The greening of spring a sharp contrast to the ghostly forms whithering slowly in itinerate shamblings.