cardboard owls
yes.
no.
yes.
no.
a hum from my broken television set. the winds rip through the streets and the steam rises leaving condensation marks inside windows and permanent sagging on a wall. lie down, lie up propped around intake valve clogged? no its just the way i sound upon waking to the soft hummmmmm of my bedside companion. she's so warm. she's so solid. she's so functional with her fans and her discs and her drives more ports than i could think of and she keeps me warm connected on nights where the morning doesn't want to come. the sun has risen, but i don't notice its a shade of pinkish red in here, draped reality let go in some sort of brothel sense. sleva akce. 50%. they say.
and czech absinthe is nothing like the french.
so i listen to the boil bubble toil in trouble electric teapot making its wake up notes and the sluggish have become heros in my flat. still it couldn't keep out the sirens. warnings. so loud. i couldn't understand what they were shouting, speak too quickly and with a megaphone too close to the mouth, but at least it wasn't the apocolypse for i am still here, and the message ended with a triad of sorts.
steep. faster. just make it through this day then tip toe into the next, firewire, listening to singing off key wondering about tracing my name in the snow, which would i write...which would i end...
why are my thoughts so hazy. i kicked a cup this morning, mostly full of tea and sugar and water. no milk. cause this box has never been so empty. pages. covered in a brownish stain. words blurred onto oneandother and i kept thinking well at least no one saw.
i've got a gold ticket.
i've got a new coin.
i've got a way out man and i never had the time.
two more trips before i go back stateside, istanbul with a camera for a head and munich in a waiting room.
so late today.
i should wait today.
i should think before speaking today.
but i won't.
can't
shan't.
for i am running on stardust and sweet dreams.
tell you what you want and i'll tell you what was on my mind that night.
uh huh, do i look like i've been taught to turn you into something you are not?
anyway. it makes me feel so fine i can't control my brain.
i want a situation but don't want to stop.
no.
yes.
no.
a hum from my broken television set. the winds rip through the streets and the steam rises leaving condensation marks inside windows and permanent sagging on a wall. lie down, lie up propped around intake valve clogged? no its just the way i sound upon waking to the soft hummmmmm of my bedside companion. she's so warm. she's so solid. she's so functional with her fans and her discs and her drives more ports than i could think of and she keeps me warm connected on nights where the morning doesn't want to come. the sun has risen, but i don't notice its a shade of pinkish red in here, draped reality let go in some sort of brothel sense. sleva akce. 50%. they say.
and czech absinthe is nothing like the french.
so i listen to the boil bubble toil in trouble electric teapot making its wake up notes and the sluggish have become heros in my flat. still it couldn't keep out the sirens. warnings. so loud. i couldn't understand what they were shouting, speak too quickly and with a megaphone too close to the mouth, but at least it wasn't the apocolypse for i am still here, and the message ended with a triad of sorts.
steep. faster. just make it through this day then tip toe into the next, firewire, listening to singing off key wondering about tracing my name in the snow, which would i write...which would i end...
why are my thoughts so hazy. i kicked a cup this morning, mostly full of tea and sugar and water. no milk. cause this box has never been so empty. pages. covered in a brownish stain. words blurred onto oneandother and i kept thinking well at least no one saw.
i've got a gold ticket.
i've got a new coin.
i've got a way out man and i never had the time.
two more trips before i go back stateside, istanbul with a camera for a head and munich in a waiting room.
so late today.
i should wait today.
i should think before speaking today.
but i won't.
can't
shan't.
for i am running on stardust and sweet dreams.
tell you what you want and i'll tell you what was on my mind that night.
uh huh, do i look like i've been taught to turn you into something you are not?
anyway. it makes me feel so fine i can't control my brain.
i want a situation but don't want to stop.