blood_and_poison_and_rust_and_ash grendel the foundation for the ink for the words i spill 040517 ... sab everyone is conturubitng their own little dirty agendas to the words i am to the life i have i would like to think that at least my ink is unclouded with dirt but i would be lying to myself and then i'd know. i wish the ink was free from ugly particles it makes the writing so much easier 040517 ... phil Boiling dead metal sky clouds spasm chisel dipped turn smoldering ocean split flow dripping firey crack flakes pain. 040518 ... newme . 040715 ... ever dumbening on the wheel where the metal and sand meet the clay and my hand in my lungs this glass dust puffs from feet falling iron bubbles up through shino glazing orange and white-orange the one moment that moved me in one thousand sundays [return here] 040716 ... sold bought and processed grandma's secret cookie recipe. mmmmm. 040717 ... Borealis blood on my hands poison through my veins rust over my skin ash falling from the sky your eyes..my fingertips in blood, salt and tears sand and earth chalk and lime these words are written. drink my blood...and you will sleep. feverishly longing for things you can never have..things you would never desire..consuming things.. and the pain will eat you alive until you have been reduced to nothing more than a shadow..a waif..less than alive ..existing for the occasional glimpse of a love..running from the sunlight.. petrified of being exposed for what you are. what you have allowed yourself to become there is no truth left... only illusions 040717 ... misstree the taste of rebirth. 040717 ... pete i repent for i am dust and ashes... yet you see i have no idea what you just told me and i repent because i am terrified of your voice 040718 ... happy now A bunch of my favorite skites all in one blathe. 041218 ... three words cut_that_cord blood_and_poison_and_rust_and_ash a_legacy_that_never_was 101009 what's it to you? who go blather from