

No Pressure.It's insane, shudders in my veins as it rains; don't fail the test lest you get hit by the rest of the world, in the shape a porcupine, curled stabbing spines in my spine, it's a crime, all of this, line after line, abusing the comma; it's a grammatical drama, and the period is nowhere be seen, where has it been?No Pressure.
It's over there without a care, sitting on the timetable fully spelt out (1, 2, 3, 4, 5); makes me want to cradle my head in my hands. Woe to these infertile lands that are my mind's creative labours. Make room for the neighbors! Logic and gin are moving in, but


Carseat SocratesWhat exactly is so deeply fascinating outside the window?Carseat Socrates
Two little blue eyes, two hundred racing raindrops; look where the glass ends.
Do you think it hurts when they fall from the sky so mercilessly hard?
Why does the clapping of the big man in the clouds shake my heart like this?
The sun has come to scare the stormy grey away; flashing and fighting.
Engine's gentle purr - this Honda is a jaguar - eight-seater creature.
Only now do I realize that I am looking again through the wro


KarmaSitting upon the the cold concrete is a rusted and old empty tin.Karma
The sounds of change; dropping down, clattering down the drainpipe's cousin.
Clink. Clink. Clink. The sound of rain for the modern Midas is pocket change.
Tattered coat filled with moth holes has seen better days - the tin is half empty.
Unshaven and unshaken, he sits on the dark side of the street, tired of the broken concrete road.
Streetwalker commentary on the sign that rests on the sleeping man's rising
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BT.
"The truth knocks on the door and you say, "Go away, I'm looking for the truth," and so it goes away."
Robert M. Pirsig
Zen and the Art of Motorcycle maintanance
Totally deserving of the DD, congrats! (:
I haven't had the chance to browse your gallery!
that would be awesome
I'm glad you enjoyed it (:
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