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.


where is my paintbrush?


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

  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