- MH
Thursday, October 8, 2009
Wednesday, October 7, 2009
Tuesday, October 6, 2009
Monday, October 5, 2009
Thursday, February 26, 2009
So its like they said.
You bring things round with words, I preface things with pictures.
If it ever was enough. Even still, everything except the fact that one would find it beautiful, it makes it fit.
Round it comes and round 2 it goes.
Words can make a picture, but worth a few less phrases. Never was one for new flashes.
Its how I perceive the end. Its the subtle drip of morning dew beading off the post box. Its the new beat, and the thunderous prose.
The rain is coming down to fire up the rockstars.
You can chew it up, but it still feels stale.
Promised propaganda.
A Eulogy to no one for everything.
Its an abhorred thing.
Death, its what you realize after the dream, but before your self.
-MH
If it ever was enough. Even still, everything except the fact that one would find it beautiful, it makes it fit.
Round it comes and round 2 it goes.
Words can make a picture, but worth a few less phrases. Never was one for new flashes.
Its how I perceive the end. Its the subtle drip of morning dew beading off the post box. Its the new beat, and the thunderous prose.
The rain is coming down to fire up the rockstars.
You can chew it up, but it still feels stale.
Promised propaganda.
A Eulogy to no one for everything.
Its an abhorred thing.
Death, its what you realize after the dream, but before your self.
-MH
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
Friday, January 23, 2009
Thursday, January 22, 2009
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
Monday, January 19, 2009
Sunday, January 18, 2009
Saturday, January 17, 2009
Friday, January 16, 2009
Thursday, January 15, 2009
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
Monday, January 12, 2009
Sunday, January 11, 2009
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