the boneyard

 pandora software it's up there with youtube's programing and google's flexibility here's the link i am WAY to busy listening to this stuff to type the million more awesome things about this http://www.pandora.com/



 

servants of the sound 

by ben womble

they stare worlessly at the round idol

tick tock, tick tock

listen to the priest preach knowledge

and to the sound we move in a furry of silent movement

now onwards to a different place

new,prest, new words, new altar.

old idol, old sound, old scene.
tick tock,ring ring,ring.

 i walked along the dusty road tears wiping the dirt off of my face, my stomach growling and my boots thudding in the dust. A desolate, unforgiving, waste land surounded me. The husks of of old burnt cars and tall half burnt lifeless trees and the occasional dead body human or animal mostly human.bullet casings sprinkeled the roadway like candy wrappers after halloween.no life ,no birds singing, no people milling around,no barking dogs it reminds me of home.only me and hunger who stalks me at the moment,waiting for me to make a small mistake the moment i let down my guard .i searched the cars, nothing more than burnt husks and melted  plastic.

 suddenly a gunshot broke the silence,i dropped to the ground waiting for the wound to take it's toll as hunger closed in for the kill. it was followed by another and another.the distinct sound of a rocket echoing off the landscape told me that, i would not die here, maybe i would live. hunger slinked back into the shadows,disapponted. i lie there hoping for it to end gunshots and grenades with the screams of the dieing and wounded told me that they were at it agin ghosts of the past roaming with out pourpose those souls who resisted death, and heaven, to live down here forsaken in this living hell. pain beyond imagination, the fallout killed the plants and most of the small animals humans killed off their own for what little food was left.today your friend would fight beside you, in the morow he would fight you for the last can of baked beans.

they ran in fear not knowing what rose from the ground as swift as a fall wind. it moved soundlessly.the children ran from a phantom of the forest.in apperance as a pile of leaves but much more than their fledging eyes could perceve.they fled the shadows of the forest for the sunny meadow.not to return in fear of the phantom that rose from the ground.

whatch more bleach

  

Today i have finnaly gotten a web site, now what? do i use it on a daily basis and say every thing i have thought about that day?or do i only post when i see some thing that i absolutely need to talk about? only time will tell.well anyways watch some bleach will you