I feel more desperate with every word of yours I come across.
Bouncing balls that just loose all momentum....never being sent back, or being sent off at all.
Sunday, August 31, 2008
Sunday, August 24, 2008
You can try. And I can try.
But you can never peg me.
Its infuriating.
And exhilarating.
Match up the synonyms with the antonyms and let the duel go.
Its a bloody battle between everything there is to be between.
Friday, August 22, 2008
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
Sunday, August 17, 2008
Michael Phelps: Superhuman. Epic. Phenomenal. The hope and dream of a Great Country in the grips of despair. Only rivaling those of Greek gods.
I wish I could have had you here in my living room with me, really. I get more wrapped up in these things than is to be expected. I know one of you out there knows how to let me meet him; I need to. If only to say a simple "thank you", even though it's oh so much more than that. Even if right now it's not perfectly clear. Because to this soul it rings through as bells at the grand cathedral. I always did know 23 was the place to be. And one more August bar wants to shove me in the depths of a shallow grave,but I can't be anything but in love with 080808.
Saturday, August 16, 2008
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