hands are wet with
rainwater.
drops resonate deep in
my mind,splitting
into two.
Monday, July 11, 2011
Thursday, July 7, 2011
when,in the bus stand, i had a thought
about images in frames
dying to come alive
but then,
like bad coffee made by ungrateful
people,
tasted,looked and felt ugly.
and
the crowds in buses
didn't cheer me up at all.
dying to come alive
but then,
like bad coffee made by ungrateful
people,
tasted,looked and felt ugly.
and
the crowds in buses
didn't cheer me up at all.
the profile
it was night time,
blurry like a hangover
and i was sharing dinner with
a friend of mine.
there was no meat,
only veggies and coleslaw
and i was dying inside.
then it all went past
very fast
when the first ciggerate was lit.
blurry like a hangover
and i was sharing dinner with
a friend of mine.
there was no meat,
only veggies and coleslaw
and i was dying inside.
then it all went past
very fast
when the first ciggerate was lit.
songwriters and bookstore guys
special creatures
like the giant squid
or even an endangered whale
hidden in the deep,
deep ocean.
come back to the surface,
i'll come visit you.
like the giant squid
or even an endangered whale
hidden in the deep,
deep ocean.
come back to the surface,
i'll come visit you.
the blues
she sang this song that i love,
and rambled about dylan till morning,
till the sun hit the the sky
and i couldn't believe
that i fell for it
once again.
and rambled about dylan till morning,
till the sun hit the the sky
and i couldn't believe
that i fell for it
once again.
Monday, July 4, 2011
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