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the house was unbearably hot last night, so i slept all night on the porch, the dampness from the air soaking into the sheet that was wrapped around me. even in the city, a time comes when the only thing to hear are the crickets chirping in the yard, and snakes rustling in the bushes- and the occasional drunk mumbling to himself as he stumbles down the street.
last night I was thinking of the Midnight Cowboy - and the cool metallic fish that slap around inside his head - i wish i could make my love so simple. and i wonder if life was actually easier for him once she was gone.. giving him something to search for.
the oppressive summer air is setting in, and i may as well be holled up in limestone. searching for a breeze, being shut out- easily thrown away.. and quickly ignored.
idle hands, and irony. these are the things that amuse me today.
last night I was thinking of the Midnight Cowboy - and the cool metallic fish that slap around inside his head - i wish i could make my love so simple. and i wonder if life was actually easier for him once she was gone.. giving him something to search for.
the oppressive summer air is setting in, and i may as well be holled up in limestone. searching for a breeze, being shut out- easily thrown away.. and quickly ignored.
idle hands, and irony. these are the things that amuse me today.