Oct 27, 2003 13:15
mr swizzle fingers my lover and all my friends. oh how he played the keys, pefection to say the least.
seeing this gathering with many old friends was reality, and made me pleased. we didnt meen to meet, but through our taste we came together. this night couldent have been better it was the art of human life and randomness. we met the grade and said our words ate some thai and joind the hurd. strange and silent newbury street, we had some caffene at the trident cafe. a super substance, a perfect day. The night was cut short not aware of the extra hour. not knowing when work would be my only imparement. I tired to meet mike at the tree but I was too week to see. that there was no more time on this earthish plane for me to be. now the days to come are now, and Im back to the regimented days to come, until night hits five I will see my life in a cycles. not to bad, not to swell everything is good in our personal hell. come back to me night to make things well.