pulloffmywings

i see the line -
blurred lines
of what's real.
what's truth?
what's fition?
where is god?
who are we?
we are jaded,
forever doomed.
we breathe,
but we do not live.
so what's real,
if we are but lines?

~*~10/28/03~*~


"dartboard paraphenalia"

believe -
abrasive voices
ending after infinity.
falling
below depth.
burning, pyromaniacs;
flesh stench in hell.
harsh cores,
harsher endings.
believe -
in something,
and end after infinity.
falling,
always falling;
limbs flailing -
trying to avoid
the unavoidable:
firy pits
of nothingness.
believe -
the anavoidable.
believe -
hellish fate.

~*~12/16/03~*~

isn't stoned poetry the greatest?
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hopefully gonna get my set developed in the next couple days. i wanna go pink

much love

~*~Wings~*~