September 1, 2003

endorsing a negative attitude.
phat, oops, i mean fat.
white skin commodity.

September 2, 2003

doom all the way through.

September 3, 2003

mood.
one the way to red.

September 4, 2003

let me be sad. let me frown. let me cry. let my love.

September 5, 2003

the withering spool.

September 6, 2003

i won't give up, i won't give in, i'll only give love, give love the way i live.
favorite meals are washed out with the flavor of love in my heart. love's taste weighs into the equation. they're tearing out the stitches before the wound heals.
saturday socks.
skating the roots.
rolling on four strong and bowling all night long.

September 7, 2003

socialized sin and socialized virtue.
skating my tears away.
remembering the acorns.

September 8, 2003

thank you mom.
a kiss that tastes like the first scoop of ice cream in your mouth.

September 9, 2003

gallivanting amorously.
hey hey angelfire.
the morning sun warms as it gets higher in the sky. yet the air is still cool from the night. it's a sensation, a bliss. going to bed, and your lover is already there waiting for you, her naked body is already warm pressed up to your skin. it's like the morning, when the window has been left open during the winter, and the blankets have a soft cool touch, or that of a spring morning, and you cuddle beside your nude lover, who's skin is soft silk, and her voice whispering in your ear like the breeze, and your skin shimmers. stepping out of a shower. putting on a sweater and beani

September 10, 2003

body dripping with sweat, dripping on notes, beads of it running down my body. hardly able to move, echos in my mind, very very heavy, barely able to walk.

September 11, 2003

it became a commodity.
not even why, but how would we forget, we're not stupid.
the big booya fooya.
i have this life of my own, it exists out side of michigan state university, it exists out side of michigan, it exists outside of the united states of america. these are just the settings of my life, but there are other factors that determine the integrity of my character.

September 12, 2003

fruitful affections...outdoors in the sun with a loved one. spring time jitters were able to let go as the bikinis came out and the boogy down was great. of course the music was wonderful as well.
granted like the pin on your chest, grant did sike the sin up on your quest.

September 13, 2003

i got rammed.
convenience, like electrical can openers.
yellow and gray saturdays.

September 14, 2003

i got xp'd.
she waits for my heart to dry, but i turn around and it is raining.

September 15, 2003

i'll see you again, but not yet, not yet.
hanging like a life.
i didn't say it was so because i didn't want to jinx the reality of wanting you the rest of my life, but in the every day sense of it all it's being in love. it's hard to go back when everything was just what you wanted.

September 16, 2003

sweetie. every second of the day. it's the waking moment and the sleeping moment. in my heart there's a little place taht's never forgotten. it comes with me every walk of life. everywhere. let's go back to the days when it was the complete opposite. it was still there, but there in full, there in bliss and there in love.
let's talk love, like children at the playground.
let this leaf fall into your hand.
it's kind of dark.
devote my life, for better or for worse.
nothing more amazing than coming to her at night. as long as i'm in her arms at night.
as if i'm a drunk or a druggie.
even after being broken i'll keep the pieces.

September 17, 2003

when you put peanutbutter on a cracker does that make it a peanutbutter cracker or peanutbutter on a cracker?
roasted squirrel for dinner, yum.
those little red itchy feelings in the heart.
missing all the things to share share share
in awe of my own feelings in a way i've never known.

September 18, 2003

my love is like rawr.
the verge of tears for days, silent tears.
an ordinary guy, but with passion.
tivity.

September 19, 2003

strong and long.
all the same places, all the same time. one here one there. camping out.
quit giraffin' dawg.

September 20, 2003

not in my place.
to hell with that dog food.
2 slow 2 delirious.
sweet talk, an ever sweeter walk.

September 21, 2003

taking some time and thought to devote each day.
that sort of rising sun afternoon at noon with the morning breeze.
without love you cannot live, with love you cannot die. without love you cannot cry and you live a lie, with love you cry sometimes, and tell a lie time to time.
sauntering in the stars.

September 22, 2003

is it even called heartbreak when it's this rich and clean.
it's not writing, it's thinking.
captivate me.
wow balls.

September 23, 2003

whipped.
k's hip hop parade.
walked out on like i was the fad of the day.

September 24, 2003

then one is two when none is you.
sweet voice and an invitation.

September 25, 2003

why were you thinking of me...did you step on a bug or something.
when the effort's made.
that's the only way i roll, i put this webpage on dubs yo'.
a hole, a short pile of sticks, that must make me the jerk.

September 26, 2003

my ode. a passion which i cannot encompass. against the likings of my grain.

September 27, 2003

the four f's: family, fall, food, and football.
our love was broken in, we're still very much intertwined.

September 28, 2003

we love.
with our hearts would do. out to thee.
for the sake of our hearts sleeping together, not our bodies. and they will untangle themselves as we hold each other, like the dream i had lastnight, it'll be like find a place for us in the fields of love. we touched, as one more night

September 29, 2003

spend my love, replenish it.
you can find me at home in a blanket, under the blanket cuddling in love.

September 30, 2003

brr.
this is today.
not the taste of life, the taste for life.