Scriber's Night Game

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Friday, May 18, 2007

With thu Gone...

His life and times reels under the calliope; this onslaught of enfeebled minds threatening to engulf the sane; the norm, placed as right by enlightening power; says would brighten the darkness of their and his days. Until now he no longer distinguished truth from lie, or, like the street man,... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, May 17, 2007

Who's Unfortunate Here?

I had seen them from the past or present time, reading and actually writing and talking to the scribbling hand or others when alone or in small band walking; could be someone sight me know me, smiling "hello my good fello bro" and ner giving me cause or direction, might offer me an apple, or a... Sign in to see full entry.

Mo Online Love...

There's no love like love the imagination creates; the magnificant other lives blemish free, performs sexually like no one in reality, and never crosses the line of decency. "I love you big fat ass," he say on line, and she reply, "Honey Bee, you're so sweet. Make me love the very thought of you,... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, May 16, 2007

Time Led Blinding

The youthful song is long and lovely; eyes see clear into the great unknown; and dear is the song of hope love last forever, gather possessions of thy bounty. Time unknown then when surely pass to color all with age, and shrink base obsessions. Goodbyes are long and lasting in the twilight; and love... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, May 15, 2007

On Line Love, or When Fact Meets Fiction...

The "I love u" mo den meat love salt, to go into fairy tales twice tole again to every youngster. How likes uh rose, your delicate borkay, de Willy word speak allus to me, uf love; like soundin love angels, softer den my favorite: babblin brooksters, where I'ze play as a younger and wiser man. See... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, May 14, 2007

Fields of Gone...

He look round found Shakes’ good dullness in man: lo the animal sluggard reprobate shift nor concern him not for he, God like, like de slow down Sloth, rest easy befo' eternity-- what he looketh for now befo de Fields of Gone. Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, May 12, 2007

A Better Tomorrow...for moms...

Searching, he had lost his way. Seeking whom he could not then say. Filled with thoughts of uh gentler day and kind, of true love lost. He turns to dearer needs, pays the heavy cost, like all, lost in self sympathy. "I feel her most on lonely nights when tears betray my sorrow. But life must go on,... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, May 11, 2007

Like Love...

Searching, I had lost my way. Seeking whom I could not then say. Filled with thoughts of gentler day and kind, of true love lost. I turn to dearer needs, pay the heavy cost, like all, lost in self sympathy. Still seek high un low, fo hand ter feeds me, give me love and think of my happiness, guess... Sign in to see full entry.

the Freudian Way...

Strange luck: in a city going black, he was black obsessed; so he, might say, like de rabbit in de briar patch, stay in the city near white deserted; seek neither fame nor pity. Why, years of treatment had not discovered why, or quelled his obsessive desires. He wait patiently for change. Yet, seems... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, May 10, 2007

A Familiar Voice...

Brome, during his long and senseless "lost" years, could think clearly, but had almost no ability to act on his thoughts. And actually he thought outside his self with considerable difficulty; stalled on the seemingly willed omnipresent depressive thoughts, old images, full of mixed feelings, of... Sign in to see full entry.

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