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crOwl
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in this we are living temporarily sidetracked purchasing oxygen with american express just to portray our concern is on anyone but ourselves. tired blue d e s p e r a t i o n laugh at your desire to escape smile as you wave goodbye
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040727
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unhinged
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a tiny bitter little laugh knowing my addiction, escapism for what it was but not caring enough to stop that i ran away from myself for years glass, wood, papers
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040727
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log burning fire
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davidleigh
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040727
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unhinged
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the thought of not having one makes me as sick as having one; i bought a new pipe in waikiki
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040821
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slothisily
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[this is one of my favorite blathes]
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040821
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Doar
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nicely done.
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040821
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birdmad
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sitting in the corner, plugged in and churning like a minature diesel engine, oxygen and water cannula from the bottle to the nostrils (count on the churning of the motor to hide the answer to question of whether or not death has a rattle) at some point, the plastic tubing was the only thing that anchored his soul to his shell... but eventually, even that tether was nbot enough.
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040823
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http//blather.newdream.net/b/blurring_the_edges_55_orphan
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041103
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mourninglight
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"her heart is a machine"
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041104
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crOwl
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not me i gulp air like a fish i drink air like an irishman i suck air like ...um, i'm not telling.
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050925
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what's it to you?
who
go
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blather
from
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