Wednesday, 8 April 2009

function; not function (alcohol please)

i am driving along a fine line here;
waiting for things out of my control
to really fucking object.
slamming around hard till i can hear
a murmer.. a twitch..

trying hard at something without any
direction it feels.

i'm going to start watching the tv.
this is too fucking traumatic.

whiskey!

where is my paintbrush?

2 comments:

  1. In the mean time you can delete my two accidental abortive comments below. Cheers.

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  2. Easy tiger. We've watched that path. Nothing good ever came from it.

    You need to come around to mine now what is mine is my own. Do it soon.

    K. x

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