the poetry of madness
About me
driven by curiousity and an intense need for understanding, I strive to learn and express in every step of the marvelous journey that life is providing
Links
anita
bluematrix
Brainwave Generator
catdancer
duckpower
Euclid's Elements
geekgirl
indigo4963
jackal
Journal of Desire
Malinov's Romances
moonglow
no one tell my dad
Potentials Unlimited
turn the page
Counter
visited *loading* times
Precise
Some mornings find me feeling lost, unable to connect the dots between what I have been doing and those I suppose I should be doing. The engine of my mind is reluctant to turn over, another victim of a mental freeze.
Soon, the amphetimines will kick in, bolstered by a big cup of coffee. Gratis Deo.
As my thoughts thaw, where will they head? My dreams have been troubled, although not frightening, just disturbed. Always late, always missing something important. Rushing, my recently knighted foe. Let the arrows fly.
Malinov
posted by: Malinov at 06:00 |
link | comments |
Recent comments
Archives
today
October 2006
September 2006
August 2006
July 2006
June 2006
May 2006
April 2006
March 2006
February 2006
January 2006
December 2005
November 2005
October 2005
September 2005
August 2005
July 2005
June 2005
May 2005
April 2005
