With the Chair beside me Full of Black and White Fur that Makes up a Cat
Nina Gordon - Tonight and the Rest of My Life That song is awesome and I hadn't heard it in, like, forever!
Good times.
I just feel like typing now with no purpose. G' night.
The ground is vibrating with it's indifference. can I take your picture, mister? one month later I may no longer have it, there's a monster lurking between my motherboard and my ram that keeps getting hungry, but who cares what happens after today? leave tomorrow for tomorrow, we'll see it someday. one day at a time perhaps we'll make it through this turn of the clock. it's only our minds we must trick with the tick tock. music is still legal, embrace the warm feeling that resonates when it's working like a double shot of espresso. but she tells me she's tired of the dark side of the moon. she's trying to make a conscious effort to keep moving with the son. I smile sweetly and whistle under the blue sky that shoots vibrant hope in a wide variety of different hues. you can't have one without the other. so take my hand and let's make enigmatic art we can hang above our bed to remind us of the possibilities and the geomitries we sometimes seem to forget. perhaps with a little luck I can leave this place I've never been able to escape which lies upstairs, 200 feet from a pair of knockers.
Good times.
I just feel like typing now with no purpose. G' night.
The ground is vibrating with it's indifference. can I take your picture, mister? one month later I may no longer have it, there's a monster lurking between my motherboard and my ram that keeps getting hungry, but who cares what happens after today? leave tomorrow for tomorrow, we'll see it someday. one day at a time perhaps we'll make it through this turn of the clock. it's only our minds we must trick with the tick tock. music is still legal, embrace the warm feeling that resonates when it's working like a double shot of espresso. but she tells me she's tired of the dark side of the moon. she's trying to make a conscious effort to keep moving with the son. I smile sweetly and whistle under the blue sky that shoots vibrant hope in a wide variety of different hues. you can't have one without the other. so take my hand and let's make enigmatic art we can hang above our bed to remind us of the possibilities and the geomitries we sometimes seem to forget. perhaps with a little luck I can leave this place I've never been able to escape which lies upstairs, 200 feet from a pair of knockers.