Sunday, May 14, 2006
Love was just like the one legged man in the kick boxin' competition. It just didn't have enough time for me.
# posted by D'yer Mak'er @ 9:01 PM 
About Me
- Name: D'yer Mak'er
“...drifting to the streets of no destination was my eternal passtime... n' then comes the moment of gettin' caught in the swamps of memory... followed by hurried motion of arms n' legs. suffocatin' in the depths of past again n' again. all of these had a custom of layin' myself down in the tracks of reality.. n' then' would come the train of life... tearin' n' shatterin' every part of me. to still carry myself all torn n' withered n' broken was undoubtedly the worst part.”