January 2009
6 posts
mindscape
I see blowing fake snow through the green windows of this shady bar and think a red dress in the streets tonight filled with chaos and despair alright they understand by every turn never time always tram tiny white line freezing water on the throat striking bubbles to the mind I see the shiny cake blow guiding vultures to the light
disclaimer
to be sick to leave it to depart and run away for the melting rain bet the black series on any play when I keep the time I wait for friendship delay choking water and ill everyday wrath sickness now and then for display minding the revolution going wild yet never lost ever mad images that flow work out the brain I can now think of the troubles from the past about walking alone I don’t work...
red window
I’ve met this bartender a beautiful young lady in her early twenties a great piece of ass by any international quality chart I waited long enough to see her turn around and smile she was way too nice a gutshot to the grave but she waved this young busty lady winking often she wanted to fuck I didn’t care a bit about that and still don’t know why then it came to me clearly...
dreaming tight
for every day that I manage to keep myself alive I dive dead in bed slowly, but tight and then yeah all light is lost and I feel alright running heavy or flying high not for once getting bored you cannot get anywhere else so bright the dark the night bringing dreams you cannot buy love and loving feeling quite right yet this only happens because the day is a monster that can eat you alive
turning social
age coins for old people no laundromats for 20 days smelling funny raising questions out of clothing heineken klein after work turns the spin a thick scratch over people stealing tips the amstel river stuck on glass some stick for lips and some pain to heal there’s people selling ass wibautstraat metro station is not falling apart double shots on a tin cup we can sell on-the-go socks to cops...
pinchbacks
I found a little place in the back of my head and for once can’t feel any regret this room is a nest a jungle for flies and in any curious scene only spiders can rely all the lost fear some crash for cash this is the place the fact this is all I need for my comeback