Wednesday, February 25, 2009

Monday, February 23, 2009


Belinda's Tear


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.

And as for the silent tear, it will flow on and on.

Thursday, February 19, 2009

Splitting Image x S O U L

Dreams pass into the reality of action.

From the actions stems the dream again;
and this interdependence produces the highest form of living.

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.

Monday, February 16, 2009

Whoa! Shaq Dances!??!!

Thursday, February 12, 2009

Girls just wanna have fu-unnnn!

yad ylevol=L O V E L Y DAY.

Monday, February 09, 2009

February 09, 2009

WELCOME AIR MAX LOVERS!!!!!!!!