Tomorrow smells like the aftertaste of a burnt straw.
Those lush gaping caverns were a nostrel miner's paradise.
His hair was parted like the Red Sea, revealing lice like Pharoh's drowning chariots.
He applied the breaks as though he thought they were meant to be used on the car in front of him.
The movie was as gripping as the climactic finish of a particularly close potato race.
OR
The movie was as gripping and climactic as this other movie that I once saw that was also gripping and climactic. Only I saw the other one first so I didn't get the two confused.
The phrase "Rome wasn't built in a day" is in fact the earliest known reference to night-shift work.
Thursday, May 08, 2008
Fatherhood
I am carrying the torch you Handed me Not handed. Placed Carefully This is sacred space. Was the carrying so heavy for you as well? Were yo...
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It must have been love That sort of thing Can't be mistaken For a lesser set of feelings It has a special hat And makes you welcome at p...
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She shares the blame For Adam's fall So secure, attractive Brilliant in a certain view The essence of Enlightenment I see her raise her ...
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I’m tired I’m tired of my heart giving out Whenever it gives in That things being the same Never makes a difference Of looking forwards to s...
2 comments:
Her forehead reminded me of the aftertaste of a damp sponge.
I like this. Very nice, even if a few are slightly... unorigional? Like the movie one. Ha but it's cool, just a bit odd.
But hey, that's Matt isn't it?
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