A bad joke without lines Punch the air, hands collapse in desperate coma My eyes pinpoint out the illusion, a bad dream these ties A stale and ugly kiss Handsome ridges melt away the layers of waste, think prodding savior eating away at raw nerve flesh ... Self-medicating ghost of times past forgotten There is no dark pride in loneliness Escape those thick heads, denounce those addictions and memory fade What?s your pleasure, pistol or syringe? ...Watch those memories Or drop dead
Sunday, September 30, 2012
purple light generator
in the house, there are several items that remind me of the coordinates related to U. There is a common, wooden butter knife, a little note saying 1 älskar 2 and kärlek, a pack of Asian coffee with chocolate flavor, a blue vase, a red and a cream bowl, a book with white covers, one with black covers, blue Aco body lotion for sensitive skin, Barnängen liquid soap for sensitive skin, there are things that i bought to remind me of U. There are some chocolate balls in the fridge, an instant sauce and some elder syrup.
and the boat with musicians and singing families sliding under that bridge we were standing on, grinning at each other and wondering if they were sane
By walking our point of focus through these objects, and coming up with a visual description for each, we force our mind’s eye to come up with at least ten different views.
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