"I wanted all things to seem to make some sense,
So we could all be happy, yes, instead of tense.
And I made up lies, so they all fit nice,
And I made this sad world a paradise"

-Kurt Vonnegut




Don't be heartbroken now. We've only one sheet of glass between our hearts and the world's hammer. We mustn't waste it on a fleeting pain.

glasshouse's Works

Poetry	09/07/2008	Vainglorious
Poetry	07/08/2008	IndiSTING[wish]able
Poetry	02/11/2008	Lackluster Luster
Poetry	01/09/2008	Past Tense (Past Tension)
Poetry (Beat)	10/07/2007	Fear Feeds on the Famished
Poetry	09/16/2007	Accolades Relinquished (The Making of an Effigy)
Poetry (Tribute)	09/13/2007	Of Trains [I Digress]
Poetry	09/07/2007	The Ostrich Syndrome
Poetry	08/27/2007	Half a Mind to Die and Go On Dying
Poetry	08/02/2007	Fog City
Poetry	07/30/2007	Jars of Love-Shaped Water
Poetry	03/09/2007	Woman In The Wall
Poetry	06/22/2007	Melted Glass and Mental Rodents (with the everpresent LabRat)
Poetry	06/14/2007	Orgasmic Storm
Poetry	05/23/2007	Haggard
Poetry	05/16/2007	Sew My Wounds
Poetry	05/16/2007	Empty Corridor Fixation
Poetry	05/14/2007	Mrs. Submissive
Poetry	03/01/2007	A Romance Between Two Hearts of Stone Can Only Produce Sparks
Poetry	01/13/2007	Dance on Glass (A History Lesson)
Poetry	01/12/2007	Formally Fruitless

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