today is the last day of my degree a significant date I decided to spend in bed I didn’t learn much in these five years I’m sure I won't miss the key of life on my very last lecture I once wrote university’s full of worms it’s just that they’re all different sizes that’s their idea of individuality all this time the 8th plague of Egypt’s made me bitter every morning I got there to warm up my chair please excuse me for bein’ this resentful I guess it’s just the bizarre certitude of knowin' this period's over for me and I’m still drownin’ in this town drownin' in the bath too your eyes say I should take it as a challenge but I never was that American
Monday, June 18, 2007
Saturday, June 16, 2007
im still awake. call me and get to me cos i aint dozing yet.
a hot bath and vibrant percussion on the background. And Im blue, i need you.Bubbles. Scents. Essential Oils. C'mon. Lotions.
Silk rescue me nightwear.
And waiting.
Crepes mix in the fridge. I cant wait for you to operate. Chocolate fudge ready to heat up. Sunday morning sweet treats. the love you give to me free me. Flour. Eggs. Strawberry.
Open up and let me in. Flickering bulb bugging just for a change.
And waiting.
a hot bath and vibrant percussion on the background. And Im blue, i need you.Bubbles. Scents. Essential Oils. C'mon. Lotions.
Silk rescue me nightwear.
And waiting.
Crepes mix in the fridge. I cant wait for you to operate. Chocolate fudge ready to heat up. Sunday morning sweet treats. the love you give to me free me. Flour. Eggs. Strawberry.
Open up and let me in. Flickering bulb bugging just for a change.
And waiting.
Saturday, June 9, 2007
closing time letter # 1
it happened to me yesterday as I was on my way back from university you see I took one of those old buses the major never cares 'bout and suddenly felt I was surrounded by monsters the feeling keeps comin’ on to me as if everyone on earth had something awfully grotesque on their inside damn it makes me feel unique in a sense I don’t feel comfortable 'bout perhaps it’s just me in my insanity but while I was sittin’ there on that nightmare coach I started to think 'bout you and well what I'm tryin' to say is that it'd be a good thing if I could hear your voice again
Monday, June 4, 2007
ice cream w cinnamon
Scattered thoughts compiled on an ice cream w cinnamon night.
why does the subway always come from your right? does everybody feel like cattle when they use it?
i feel sorry when i see cars being towed.
have you ever felt the urge to write after reading some fine stuff?
some have, or so they say.
sitting on my bed i feel i have diamonds on the sole of my shoes.
yes paul simon is playing now
why does the subway always come from your right? does everybody feel like cattle when they use it?
i feel sorry when i see cars being towed.
have you ever felt the urge to write after reading some fine stuff?
some have, or so they say.
sitting on my bed i feel i have diamonds on the sole of my shoes.
yes paul simon is playing now
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