2006 June:

2005 December:

2005 September:

2005 August:

You never know if you care till it's gone far away

I saw blisters on a man's fingers, from a rock today
Lets hold it, then mold it,
till there's nothing left but clay.

So strong you pierce anothers hands,
I will kiss you and hug you
and make you comply with my demands

Eventually I coat you in sand
I wrap you in your blankie,
Leave you out on the sun baked land

and there I stand

Time to go, I dunno,
where the silver path ends
does it show? does time slow?

The way is something you can't know