

Tryinghow can I transcribe the sound? hard shoe slapping metal bare foot tapping plastic it is all the same: the sound of success striving for perfection synchronic rhythm beat on beat 'good' you say but not good enoughTrying


Rivers in VictoriaSedentary bank another layer brushes against me a piece of me crumbles away but some of this new substance resides the taste of salt a mossy slime residue spreading out my fingers and toes I am plant life my spongy outer layer puckers and wrinkles against the current my hair flows out, stretching tendrils the banks of the river are mud and slush underneath me and I am a crab scrambling along the shore I open my mouth a large grin and grit nestles between my teeth I am rock, dust and growth I jut out across the water and sticks grab at me, pulling me the current beckons &nRivers in Victoria


AgingIs this aging that I feel? Or is reality shifting? I think I've been where I always was typing keys like a pianist concerto after concerto without stopping foolishly thinking I could hold time in my hands that the world would stop if I never grew but my efforts have taken toll down the lines of my fingers - rivulets when I step outside the rain runs through channels down my body when did my skin stop feeling smooth like stones? when did the river stop bearing me and start boring down on me? at what point did I start to carve rungs in my bark? counting them, IAging


A Love Poemmy lips take the feature [+round] my stomach [+tense] as [ju] pass by but my glottalic "STOP" doesn't pass a resonating chamber and my phonemes take the feature [+c.g.]. All of my /l/ -> [ɫ] / you, darling my surface representations so distant from the underlying /tɹuθ/ that I wonder how you understand /mi/ at all my advances and my backformation, how can you truly identify my morphemes? my smallest fragments of meaning that make up the entirety of my semantics conjunctives that make my sentences last forever; but at last you can see that you are my cA Love Poem
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Oh! What a cruel existance is this? Satan does not acknowlege my letters!
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it's been a long time... how've you been?
om.
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I've been good, u?
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Oh! What a cruel existance is this? Satan does not acknowlege my letters!
Visit my sister or face a lifetime of melted icecream and cold toast
Got a wife and two kids, a house to pay and do more and more photography. All in all I'm good.
om.
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Oh! What a cruel existance is this? Satan does not acknowlege my letters!
Visit my sister or face a lifetime of melted icecream and cold toast
om.
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Oh! What a cruel existance is this? Satan does not acknowlege my letters!
Visit my sister or face a lifetime of melted icecream and cold toast
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