The Promethean Son

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The Promethean Son

But things are defined by their working and power; and we ought not to say that they are the same when they no longer have their proper quality, but only that they have the same name.

  • For Wal-Mart Girl

    Saw her again today at the store

    Just as pretty as she was before,

    She didn’t want to be my friend.

    Her smile is lost somewhere in translation.

    Unable to bridge that separation,

    That time to heal

    don’t seem to mend.

    Tagged: Poetry

    Posted on February 8, 2012

  • My Art Wall

    My Art Wall

    Posted on January 26, 2012

  • A Better Frame of Mind by ~Wiki-Ronin

    A Better Frame of Mind by ~Wiki-Ronin

    Posted on January 26, 2012

  • The Flight

    The Flight

    Posted on January 26, 2012

  • Black Cat

    Black Cat

    Posted on January 26, 2012

  • The Good Doctor

    The Good Doctor

    Posted on January 26, 2012

  • Grackel

    Grackel

    Posted on January 26, 2012

  • Jellyfish

    Jellyfish

    Posted on January 26, 2012

  • The Discus Thrower

    The Discus Thrower

    Posted on January 26, 2012

  • Plays: 0

    My roommate and I wrote this song last year. If you listen to it and are like oh my, Aaron some of those lyrics are inappropriate! Keep in mind that it was a mutual project and that I don’t mean everything I say in the song.

    Posted on January 25, 2012

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