Scotch Mist

"i let slip your water glass (it screamed before it fell) this is me sitting silent on the dampened floor picking glass from my soulyou make me feel like a whore. Written August 2nd, 2001 © on Mar 17 ..."

"you smell of sandy pines and seraphimslip into autopilotthe echoes of cheerful voices in an eerie light and my own breathing You engender a feeling of me be of the opinion comparable like a whoreblack..."

"through a missed horizon's place of red dreams i picked promises full of thorns and found this road to distant sky my journeys were bluing again with thoughts (fulfillment)at the same time i chase..."

"a star-filled apparition, she's found dreams of Gathering influence. moon-drenched, her senses are swept. in the depths she flies a Perpetual angled dance of serene silence and falls.i frequently dr..."

"Mirrors muted children's laughter; the diffused sounds' dimming was silently framed.images turn to nightmares... children are vulnerable, and too many take advantage of that. i miss that innocence. ..."

"my only angel sways in pregnant sleep unsaved through sick veins seeps the delicious end Written October 17th, 2001 © on Oct 17 2001 06:46 AM PST   18 • 0 • 1"