Monday, 27 June 2011

rubbish

lying on the grass. trying to see something through the skies' lightness. few rain drops trying to make me go home. and they will probably succeed in a bit.
I
thought
I
saw
you
in
a
parrots beak.
the planes and the birds make themselves comfortable much closer to the ground than usual. there is a tense anticipation everywhere. light wind drives hot air from pillar to post. and yet I managed to change the typeface in notes to helvetica.
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at 4 in the morning there are lots of cats in the streets of london and guys with beards seem more attractive.
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is it necessary to attach your feelings to someone? what a nonsense. do you need someone except yourself? they won't catch you when you'll faint.
***
you
can
call
me
anything
you
want.
***

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