To Vomit the Undigestible

Sunday, July 09, 2006

Poetry and Prose

What a joke. Mine anyway. Just run on sentences and inverted grammar and repeated patterns and aimless ramblings. Beautiful words lost in the effete purpose and slaughtered by my inarticulate mind.

2 Comments:

  • It was one of those days when it's a minute away from snowing and there's this electricity
    in the air -- you can almost hear it, right? And this bag was like, dancing with me. Like a little kid begging me to play with it. For fifteen minutes. And that's the day I knew there
    was this . . . entire life behind things, and... this incredibly benevolent force,that wanted me to know there was no reason to be afraid, ever. Video's a poor excuse.
    But it helps me remember... and I need to remember... Sometimes there's so much beauty in the world I feel like I can't take it, like my heart's going to cave in.

    -American Beauty

    By Anonymous Anonymous, at 12:36 AM, July 13, 2006  

  • Names dont matter. I hardly ask for them unless theyre given. But when my favourite lines are quotes from a movie that hit me, I make it matter.

    Note: an emailaddy is available.

    :)

    By Blogger Skullsalad, at 12:57 AM, July 13, 2006  

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