Wednesday, March 14, 2007

Stolen Vision




So I says, Well, here be the fitting turn to all these unknowings and non-thinkings.
The way the wind did fill. The flutter of early tears.
Single seconds beating a phrase out, and the wires and the steel all flash with spite.
Frail ignorance I hears talking in the excuses. In the whys, whens all we really be after’en is just the who.
Sometimes the numbers stay high. And when thems is the rolls on the street side of wondering, why, it is as if the Gods needed to ask you for a lift.
Vroom.

3 Comments:

Blogger linda_tjo4 said...

wow... i'd like to be like her!!

March 18, 2007 at 6:34 AM  
Blogger Jim said...

i did not understand a thing
jesus talked in parables
but i understand

your communication SUXS

March 22, 2007 at 9:28 PM  
Blogger Jim said...

Hi linda
i'd like to be the one u like


Heyyyyyy REX
back off

i was just kidding

March 22, 2007 at 9:29 PM  

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