if the night depletes your calcium
we can find the sun
a fear of wilting persists
you'd be gone faster than your number on my wrist
write it again on skin -- later carved on the wall
In a season -- flowers in fall
there's no falling petals when this begin to bloom
you're in season
you're in season
a conifer in a wind of wilted leaves
you're in season
we're in season
nothing deciduous about what we speak
all the spectrum
in a shell of green
take the world
and give it breath
curled fingers
nothing like a sapped out leaf
a branch to climb the highest tree
find the flowers along the end
you're in season
you're in season
a c
strike the match you packed for me, so sweet
a crackle of clove in the silent street
i know where you are
a transfer to the train it's not that far
two cars, a cop, a bus rolls by
a stray cat stops to meet my eye
it's scared of my call
i'm glad it's not the same for you at all
there's no stars in this city
it's spring, but clouds are sticking by
i'd hate to be possessive
but with an apostrophe you're mine
and when the new moon rises
you can't see it, but it's there
with me when you're not here
i hope you think it's fair
that i'd take you with me on a trip
or stay inside when you're sick
hold your hand all alone
or on my sho
Is it so odd to love writing, but have trouble reading?
To say painting a forte, but wander stray from galleries?
To be moved by music, but never feel a callous or taste a reed?
I just want to say it's all falling into place.
A tough way for pieces to fall.
Construct an arch, build a bridge,
Fit together, settle in, keystone and all.
But the world can be a little Tetris
when it's sliding together
and fitting in
sometimes the feeling
(or filling?)
just disappears
only because
it was all
a perfect fit.
But it'll add to the total score
There's never a waste of time
Just a higher level
And each time it goes a little quicker
Press down on the ones,
who lift for bread and sugar.
Embrace the ones,
who capture hearts.
After all it was the thief
that won the chocolate.
Floating freely,
Fizzy Lifting.
It's a silly subject,
(I'd say)
to speak of so soon.
Splash a sense of syllables
to stay unsunk.
Not sure of shore,
but I'm certain there's more,
the crests are rising higher.
Simply stole my breath away
(A subjective sin)
You replaced it with so much to say.
if the night depletes your calcium
we can find the sun
a fear of wilting persists
you'd be gone faster than your number on my wrist
write it again on skin -- later carved on the wall
In a season -- flowers in fall
there's no falling petals when this begin to bloom
you're in season
you're in season
a conifer in a wind of wilted leaves
you're in season
we're in season
nothing deciduous about what we speak
all the spectrum
in a shell of green
take the world
and give it breath
curled fingers
nothing like a sapped out leaf
a branch to climb the highest tree
find the flowers along the end
you're in season
you're in season
a c
strike the match you packed for me, so sweet
a crackle of clove in the silent street
i know where you are
a transfer to the train it's not that far
two cars, a cop, a bus rolls by
a stray cat stops to meet my eye
it's scared of my call
i'm glad it's not the same for you at all
there's no stars in this city
it's spring, but clouds are sticking by
i'd hate to be possessive
but with an apostrophe you're mine
and when the new moon rises
you can't see it, but it's there
with me when you're not here
i hope you think it's fair
that i'd take you with me on a trip
or stay inside when you're sick
hold your hand all alone
or on my sho
Is it so odd to love writing, but have trouble reading?
To say painting a forte, but wander stray from galleries?
To be moved by music, but never feel a callous or taste a reed?
I just want to say it's all falling into place.
A tough way for pieces to fall.
Construct an arch, build a bridge,
Fit together, settle in, keystone and all.
But the world can be a little Tetris
when it's sliding together
and fitting in
sometimes the feeling
(or filling?)
just disappears
only because
it was all
a perfect fit.
But it'll add to the total score
There's never a waste of time
Just a higher level
And each time it goes a little quicker
Press down on the ones,
who lift for bread and sugar.
Embrace the ones,
who capture hearts.
After all it was the thief
that won the chocolate.
Floating freely,
Fizzy Lifting.
It's a silly subject,
(I'd say)
to speak of so soon.
Splash a sense of syllables
to stay unsunk.
Not sure of shore,
but I'm certain there's more,
the crests are rising higher.
Simply stole my breath away
(A subjective sin)
You replaced it with so much to say.
I love a girl who'd love to love me.
I can believe this.
Hopefully when she is ready to love, it will still be me.
Old relationships are a tricky thing.
Head in the clouds, feet on the ground. Hoping for a chance at us, but wishing the best for her.
Until then, I'll keep creating to leave space in my heart.
Wow. I loved Ctrl+C/V/Z back in the day. I think I remember you said that all of your episodes were lost, and that you were only able to get a few back from fans. I wish I could say that I saved them all. I managed to get the site to show up on the Wayback Machine, but I guess the comics weren't archived. [link] Also, It's cool to see that you live near my hometown. Thanks for the fun times!
Actually, certain comics have been archived, for whatever reason. [link] I'd suggest scouring the archive list if you have any interest in getting back the comics. [link]*/[link]