Thursday, 1 November 2007
Saturday, 13 October 2007
afternoon
Blues man. Black and bluesman. Blacktherefore blue man.
Everybody knows your name.
Where-did-she-go-and-why man. So-lonesome-I-could-die man.
Everybody knows your name.
Everybody knows your name.
Where-did-she-go-and-why man. So-lonesome-I-could-die man.
Everybody knows your name.
Wednesday, 19 September 2007
Thursday, 6 September 2007
help.
What do you want? What do you want? Over and over again as though the question itself will bring an answer. Nothing. Nothing comes. I want nothing.
This is what my life is really like. I think you tend to romanticize me, but this is reality.
P.S Am I suppost to feel sorry for you, or think you’re grotesque?
P.P.S I am not afraid of you anymore, I’m more afraid of myself.
This is what my life is really like. I think you tend to romanticize me, but this is reality.
P.S Am I suppost to feel sorry for you, or think you’re grotesque?
P.P.S I am not afraid of you anymore, I’m more afraid of myself.
Wednesday, 5 September 2007
captivus interruptus
These thick restraints on my arms and legs cripple me, and suddenly I am sure I will spend the rest of my life in chains.
These feelings won't go away.
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