love it love it love it
how true.
posted by pure at
9:19:00 PM
What is Pure
one year of dislocation. can you make a story out of that? i hope so. this is my story, this is my quandary.
About Me
- Name: pure
- Location: the lost city
in the summer there was love, and my heart was an open road. we could have rolled on for ever. but the days became short, and winter came too soon, and the land is blanketed with snow. no two snowflakes drifting through my hands are identical, but they obliterate the ground all the same.
Previous
- do it do it do it
- i can see something in the middle distance
- i can't stand it
- nightmare dream
- good luck
- chips that pass in the night
- killer be killed
- i miss
- glade is night (and the pits)
- the massacre
Purity Control
- Secrets. Shh.
- the oracle says
- ghostly intransience
- friendly neighbourhood
- never land
- multiply
- the usual rejects
- monkey is not a colour
- i don't know why i like this
- what is it?
- ham stray
- happen stance
- clearity
lies
only connect
- dude
- bubble
- waste of time
- uptown
- not so secret
- happiness
- iskaren
- escape queen
- i find your lack of pants disturbing
no radio blog
2 Comments:
is that you?
trying to show how com leads to self destruction? are you one of technology's victim?
hahaha
well its gross yet funnie.
By
Anonymous, at Saturday, October 22, 2005 5:09:00 PM
i sure am a victim of technology - at the very least, a prisoner.
By
pure, at Saturday, October 22, 2005 10:00:00 PM
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