the sunlight is momentary,
but the shadow is eternal.
i am a grain lost in the desert,
a speck lost in the conflagration.
the world,
to which i don't call a home,
is however mine in the utmost insignificance.
time hastens,
and i wonder where i belong.
blood gushed,
and i wonder how i belong.
life's my devil
with its impetuous twists.
and death's my enchantress
with promising bliss.
unseen voices guileful,
yet i am thoroughly convinced.
what are you,
i know not of.
a muck,
a kick,
or a supreme being of my hell?
liberation,
mine shall follow
when the journey ends
at my pretty, pretty rainbow.
but when,
pray tell,
when will the colours not stop at 7,
when will the bow turn
the other way round?
   

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Wednesday, April 09, 2008
it reeks.

you carotene degenerated disgrace.

just make sure you take the ruins with you.

 

 

 


Posted at 02:52 pm by mcafar
Lay your gooey booger  

 
Monday, April 07, 2008
Return to your country.

i have no fear of god.

 

 

so why would i fear you.

 

 


Posted at 05:56 pm by mcafar
Lay your gooey booger  

 
Thursday, April 03, 2008
Gold air for a breather.

words i live by:

 

do not hold a glass bottle by its cap.

 

 

 


Posted at 11:28 am by mcafar
Lay your gooey booger  

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