Monday, November 05, 2007


pan is at work within sleep. his forge of dreams meld the passions to the actions. such furious work causes sweat to break. he stands with a sweet wet face with eyes so deep. works with strong hands as the threat of morning comes to swift. and with works half done i awake. interrupted dreams. severed desires. the world without pan bares such a harsh reality.

1 comment:

rapunzel.emma said...

Hey darling,

Do you still intend to make that zine using the writings about bastian and jonas? If so, would you like me to edit it for you?

It's a good text but it has some definite cliches and errors that would be easily fixed up for print.

Email me at my gmail account.