half stoned thinkin', "damn. this shit gets old."

godzilla & paintbrushes
; my answer to my own prayers.

jackson pollock wanna-be

"the pen will tell of magnificent city lights beaming even in the dead of night; where dreams become real and no one gets left behind."

excitement !

so i picked up my LBP2 collectors edition today, and needless to say i was a little more excited about the bonus items than the actual game - don't get me wrong, the game is actually pretty mind blowing so far - and after a month of anxiously waiting, i finally got my hands on it all. i am one happy writer tonight!

Death is a fine desire;

Haiku Cycle:

A bump in the road,
But no sign of any threat.
Where did this come from?

Small vole in the snow,
Lonely as the surrounding
Dead trees of our world.

Death is fine desire
When living in the dark shade
Of crystal white days.

Addicted to pain.
A permanent setting of
The glowing gold sun

Secrets held within.
The subtle whispier of wind
To challenge her love

Flat terrain ahead.
Coinciding breaking hearts.
How did this happen?

sinner

bruised eyes, brewing fear
in search of, in depth feel
answer less, anti life
took the blood, took it right
dayless light, danger seen
ever lost, ever loved.