pilgrim daxle marla, the fucking tourist 011206 ... pilgrim Passing through Random moments Eternal Trying to concentrate On the good ones Rather than dwelling In the bad Always a stranger In a strange land Like the baby And the wise man This NOW Is all there ever was Centered in our own Universe Senses working overtime 011208 ... lulie A cool poet. And the only one here that's older than me. :) 020511 ... pilgrim Don't Try to cheer me up Old Man. 020511 ... guitar_freak Whenever I see pilgrim's blathes, I can't help but think of this advertisement I once saw. There was this guy dressed in skater type clothes holding a flag that said pilgrim. He was standing facing away from you holding the flag in such a manner that showed pride and rebellion. That is how I invision pilgrim- rebel with a cause. 040503 ... PeeT was guitar freak's clever attempt ever an adequate description of you during any time of your life? 120914 ... Pilgrim Mostly a passive observer. Who sarcasticly reveals the obvious Truth. Against My better Judgment. 120915 ... raze good to see you around these parts again. i'm not sure if you saw, but i left you a little note on the "tourist" blathe over on blue. thought you might get a kick out of it. 130202 ... raze i came here to say "good to see you around these parts again" and then saw i already said that very thing almost two years ago to the day. still … it's good to have you back here for the moment. 150203 ... Pilgrim Thanks Raze. I read here these days mostly. My inteface being an old skool flip phone with little memory. After failing the captcha test and loosing a few carefuly crafted blathes I have slipped back into the lurking shadows. I do enjoy everyones words vicariously. 150204 ... raze i had one of those blatherskite_dreams last night, and you were in it. you were repainting the walls of your living room, covering glacial green with cloud white. you didn't use a roller. only a brush. you stood at a wall that still needed work, near a staircase that led up to rooms i couldn't see, rooms i could only wonder about, and you waited to begin again. i never saw you in the act of painting. i only saw the work that had already been done and the work that still needed doing. i hope you're still here, waiting for the right moment to let your paintbrush dance across these red walls again. 210904 what's it to you? who go blather from