Brown dirt holds me up
violet skies burn above
journey closes
slowed reaction
wandering eyes
as the clouds fly by
i watch through the window
walls ride down
the black lines
that hold me fastly
to the floor.
kaliedioscope relaxation
spirals dance a deadly ballet
of wasted memories-
dried dinner adhered to a crinkled tray.
idolize my starry
wandering sighs.
Fingering the soft shag
fall down
downer fall
Time is lost,
lost to me.
Garryn
- user since
- Wed Feb 14 2001 at 04:35:40 (8.9 years ago )
- last seen
- Tue Dec 16 2008 at 15:28:31 (1.1 years ago )
- number of write-ups
- 81 - View Garryn's writeups (feed)
- level / experience
- 3 (Scribe) / 1760
- mission drive within everything
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- specialties
- i like to talk to small furry things
- school/company
- professional slacker
- motto
- No officer, my speedometer stops at 120, how fast was I going?
- most recent writeup
- Silver casting
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