I love typing

I really do. especially with this new keyboard. its amazing how technology can make the simplest concept such as writing that much easier. imagine if Paul Reveer had AIM. could have made his job so much easier.

> Paulieman2: Yo dawg
Colonapoon: What up!
Paulieman2: Get yer piece ready. Dem British is coming.


I wrote this on wednsday. it could be finished, but I think its not.

"The Eisal"

A portrait of memorium
derived from pure thought
a simple wish
denied and so encased in canvas

sitting in front of a blank void
fingers newly black from leaking chalk
thousands of possibilities on a 12X9 square
confrontation through art

paralyzation stems onto my extremities
vivid images pass through a decieved cortex
a smile here; a strand of gold there
forming into something tangible

A rubic's cube coming together
or a broken shoreline blanketed by renewing sea
while similar salted liquid gently falls onto my skin
and old memories rendered asunder by truth.

Spoken through touch
gentle ripples of color bleed onto
an eagerly awaiting canvas
fallen trees dedicate themselves..
to this doomed memorium

as chaos is consumed by order
an image comes into view
many strands of gold and still
just one perfect smile

Blending and becoming a mirage
my lips blow chalk off the image
just off a cliff and onto the precipee
particules gently covering my heart

And as I survive another day
the eisal taunts me without refrain
A 12X9 cavern with beauty smothering the walls
now my frankenstein
with your face so angellic
and your pale skin draped with dark soot
a memory now forever in portrait

Given an ending
I put you back on the wall
and walking away from the museum
makes me realize
It really wasnt that bad at all.

I wrote this while watching a girl sketch feverishly on her pad, obviously upset about something. think it was a ten minute period or so.