Wednesday, June 27, 2007
everyone goes to the post office
Everyone goes to the post office
tall, short, romantic, stupid...
to send mail or packages to someone, at some point
tall, short, romantic, stupid...
to send mail or packages to someone, at some point
bodies of a home
A boat went out in the rain again,
I am sure of it.
It took a sweet route to nowhere.
Good stories and bad jokes helped the crew to stay 'in the moment',
but the days grew longer and more strenuous on their already weary bodies.
And night,
night was the most impossible.
I am sure of it.
It took a sweet route to nowhere.
Good stories and bad jokes helped the crew to stay 'in the moment',
but the days grew longer and more strenuous on their already weary bodies.
And night,
night was the most impossible.
Tuesday, June 26, 2007
please do not smoke
You've no idea what i got today, for free no less!
It's sick, I don't even know how to look at hit
I can't touch it
It just sits there with lights and knobs a and lots of plugs
It's sick, I don't even know how to approach it
I can't touch it
It just sits there waiting for me to tap and tug
I do not want it
I cannot sell it
It's sick, I don't even know how to look at hit
I can't touch it
It just sits there with lights and knobs a and lots of plugs
It's sick, I don't even know how to approach it
I can't touch it
It just sits there waiting for me to tap and tug
I do not want it
I cannot sell it
for the love of colour
I think that if I died now
I would die much easier knowing that I was surrounded by the colours
peach & gray
peach & gray
Today, I am in love with peach & gray
I would die much easier knowing that I was surrounded by the colours
peach & gray
peach & gray
Today, I am in love with peach & gray
Decend
I watched outside most of the time
my head was turned to the right
I wanted to feel the decend
Keeping my eyes on the wing of the plane
see which road it hit next
see which pool it swiped away
feel each wind we passed
and watch the whole thing go down
my head was turned to the right
I wanted to feel the decend
Keeping my eyes on the wing of the plane
see which road it hit next
see which pool it swiped away
feel each wind we passed
and watch the whole thing go down
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