| = the self itself | Petre Calin [22.May.06 12:54] |
| "splitting selves into universes of putrefaction gather their instrumenta of reflection close to the tree that never grows unchampioned by the crania at bay for the fake sake of its/their/my/whoever's gnats." did i just now try to attempt to re-write the un-writable, or did i just now make no sense by making it suitably sensual? you really don't know... | |
| = My Own sphere of pretty things | Joshua Vasquez Butawan [09.Oct.05 08:28] |
| Close your eyes and taste the presence of my biosphere. Welcome to my beautiful universe of crunching gnats! The fragments, the desolated, the outcast the disgrace, the sphere of disgust… Run along now before you get lost! | |
| = Mounds of Earthly | Akira Sendoh [09.Oct.05 10:27] |
| Bare flesh..., blood..., violence..., disgust...,Maggots a part of circle..., rounding..., voyaging unto ur life? So vivid and I found it amusing...,I guess my hands are tied up! no doubt,,,. | |