If my chest is a limestone prison, my heart is the iron gate. This head atop my shoulders is the warden, and every limb is on lock-down.
Like each and every one of you.... I've felt the weight of the world on my shoulders, but I made room when you asked for a ride.
I just wanted you to see further than the rest of us in the crowd. Midnight joyrides. Your fascination was just the way I felt.
Friday, December 25, 2009
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
Flying Along The Ley Lines
There's so much comfort in being afraid.
The movie "Funny People" is the most impressive representation of who we were. Lie, cheat, steal, hide, blame.....rinse, repeat, deny, lie.....The keyboard is my confessional, but I have nothing to confess. I feel like Icarus on the runway. Time is just an illusion that has purpose.
Edgar Cayce is on the pull-out couch, dreaming of all the heroes with their heads between their legs. How this evening sky holds all of the stars above I'll never know.
The movie "Funny People" is the most impressive representation of who we were. Lie, cheat, steal, hide, blame.....rinse, repeat, deny, lie.....The keyboard is my confessional, but I have nothing to confess. I feel like Icarus on the runway. Time is just an illusion that has purpose.
Edgar Cayce is on the pull-out couch, dreaming of all the heroes with their heads between their legs. How this evening sky holds all of the stars above I'll never know.
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