Life attatched
Puppet girl Please pull my strings carefully attatched to the essence of me. Dance as if you were free. Broken open; pretending reality, Tell me How does it feel? Dream of me, sing me songs... More »
Puppet girl Please pull my strings carefully attatched to the essence of me. Dance as if you were free. Broken open; pretending reality, Tell me How does it feel? Dream of me, sing me songs... More »
Time measuring itself against the breadth of my wrist. Dancing in small circles trapped, tricked into breaking open eternity into bite sized peices of mind blowing NOW, Slowely eating away at me. Space compressed by... More »
With the eyes of Desire I can see nothing but my own sweet need for him. Beneath the ocean he calls to me by a name I all but forgot was mine. The shadow of... More »
If God really is so good. Why don't you invite him here, Say your final prayer at his feet, and die there?
Time changes everything. Twisting love around and back into these imposible embraces. Tenderly she cuts her path through my very own flesh and blood. And the moon rises in worship of another night, with her... More »
"When you feel, This love, This life, This real, This strong." Madonna, Aliens, black magic and me; Both unwillingly ignorant and omni-presently transcendental simultaneously. Cause I can see the bigger picture of all the... More »