Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Posted by Sould Banana Crew at 12:38 PM 1 comments
Monday, February 23, 2009
With a mother gone the world stopped.
Nothing was left to quell the anguish.
Naturally, and ever so quickly,
pain leapt from her heart to her cheeks.
Locked now into her youthful bones,
anguish dripped into a mournful tear-
one with the shape of gnarled sorrow-
one that refused to die with night or dawn.
No, the matriarchal flame would not desert her.
Having declared the depth of her loneliness,
its presence was still there, and not to be forgotten.
Posted by Sould Banana Crew at 3:25 PM 1 comments
Thursday, February 19, 2009
Splitting Image x S O U L
and this interdependence produces the highest form of living.
Posted by Sould Banana Crew at 9:05 PM 0 comments
Thanks Ashley Simpson.
In truth, politeness is artificial good humor, it covers the natural want of it, and ends by rendering habitual a substitute nearly equivalent to the real virtue.
Posted by Sould Banana Crew at 8:03 PM 1 comments
Monday, February 16, 2009
Thursday, February 12, 2009
Monday, February 09, 2009
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