July 24, 2008

WordPress on the iPhone

Posted in All Things Apple tagged , , at 4:00 pm by life

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 12, 2005


Posted in Feeble Words at 7:56 am by life

…and some tequila. :)

December 9, 2005

Alas!! Art Again!!

Posted in Feeble Words at 7:41 am by life

Art!..!..from the one I love. Sharing the beauty that is creation…..ahhhh, yes – that is happiness. :)

pic museum

Some peeps illin’ at the art of the EBK!!

December 6, 2005

My lil’ sis, the Harajuko

Posted in Feeble Words at 1:51 am by life

My sister did a fashion show and struted the catwalk to Gwen Stefani, I think she did a pretty good job.


November 18, 2005

Alas!! Good Folk be talkin’ again.

Posted in Feeble Words at 6:55 pm by life


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 2, 2005

aHa! Art :)

Posted in Feeble Words at 10:56 pm by life

This is a painting by my favorite Artista.

November 1, 2005

So much for now.

Posted in Feeble Words at 7:00 pm by life

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.


Posted in Feeble Words at 7:00 pm by life

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

People of faith – Be Forwarned!

Posted in Feeble Words at 4:18 pm by life

…. 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.

…in the nothing

Posted in Feeble Words at 4:15 pm by life

its pulling at me, tugging and taking…my retched little spine being pressed down upon by the entanglement of taught muscles ….holding and holding and holding as if gravity has it out for me in a sort of dark large cozmilky way.  breathing is that of utmost impotance in that i must make myself firm and stiff to take part.  im afraid of forgetting.  my grip tightens, leaving the fingers of my soul in stained glass; ruby glistened fingerprints tinge the fractals of light until my white face now indicting a stale rosey glow-
-of the humless tune that exists in the nothing.

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