July 24, 2008
I’m testing this entry from the WordPress app for the iPhone which was released from the iTunes app store. More review to come after spending some time with it.
December 9, 2005
Art!..!..from the one I love. Sharing the beauty that is creation…..ahhhh, yes – that is happiness. :)
Some peeps illin’ at the art of the EBK!!
December 6, 2005
My sister did a fashion show and struted the catwalk to Gwen Stefani, I think she did a pretty good job.
November 18, 2005
How sweet it is to have lived for love than to have died by hate. The beauty of the day caught my attention and the breath be taken out of me and into the air. Dipped into that universal stew for a second or two, and then popped back down into the ol’ fig n’ skin. Dazzled by the riches my heart had felt, I left the view stained with the residual affect of being free.
November 1, 2005
Reviewing the preview thru the rear view i noticed the best time ive had was when i was with you.
touch the mountain side and then go run and hide when your father is damning you again. i hold the gentle rape of lif:e so near that i become asphixiated with this burden that i bare, deafeted by the weight bearing bananas, spent holding this solitude with the noose of peace. Please dont assume we groom your ears and eyes for nothing, for nothing will never be. Seperate your anxieties and woes from the roads and paths that you seak, for they are not the way to what you search for. The way is to you, not from you. Always remember.
…so much for now.
The weight bearing banana peels and the existance of a flurried furvor
And in a decidedly so manner the story begins with an incendiary flow…
loving peaches for us all! a far from us to restore the balance
one or the other but wait theres another way to feel life
straight laced and two faced shes sits upon her suitcase waiting for the train
but wait thats wrong this is a new cemetary century and we’ve killed off the train like we killed off your brain, but at least its our very own story to behold a new sentiment for the new time-old, whos to blame? …i know for very i am very certain know for very for i am very certain that shes got the grape cape and shes running over lonesome graves…taking every path every cherished star born has raised. shes lurking in the shadows even though its not dusk yet lest we pull astray our paths will convey a very sad touch, yes a very sad day. the local commotions on an even locomotion with the pitts of hell, with the pits of hell. oops what was that this isnt death metal infact its death pop. And im the underground rebel coming with a steady touch every second of the day im waiting to impress you with my meaning to convey
…. her spindle of youth radiated that glow which never non-exists, into the deep, dark, terrential abyss. This lumination awoke the beast who had been sleeping for a thousand years…for now he’ll surely rise high, inspired by the sprite’s coy temptations. In turn she’ll ride with him into the end.