Lundi 15 mars 2010 à 22:21

stock phrases in my minds
there are always more than you think
one is maybe enough
nothing would be mine and perfect

fishes are sharks and
the ocean is a puddle
there gonna die of loneliness
and a lack of maybe
understanding in a way
he watches porn.

http://petit.pois.cowblog.fr/images/15541125327852548310351455937610651707931n.jpgAbout his sects affairs
thus she's lost into telly


- temporary blocked -


Blind in a world of brightness.
Light has no matter for her.
Just be like a tree in her garden,
better than a withering flower,
or a one-day-dying fly of butter,
at least your leaves are a cover,
a repeating memory of
darkness.

Lundi 15 mars 2010 à 21:52

what's going on?
days past and i have no words, no sentences/phrases
there is the band of skulls that hurts the guitar
and a few lemons that come by
but my pals are pale
diamonds don't hit me like silver does
- you got to go it's alright
I wanted to see you last night
the house is fresh and still
in the morning she eats soup

http://petit.pois.cowblog.fr/images/45860961de.jpgI'm full as empty
going on the river and look to the birds
got to regard right
find a way to understand a thing
at a time you're burning
every morning she eats soup
every day I want to - with you
why are you so sure ?

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