4.12.2009
sing again...
Bring your voice to top the front
Don’t leave it at hind-sight
I remember when we were children
How we began to fight
Through silent nights
Too deep in fright
As we met, in bright light
And made it all disappear
Come back and clear the voice I sheered
Sing again with musical tears
Come back
Don’t leave it at hind-sight
I remember when we were children
How we began to fight
Through silent nights
Too deep in fright
As we met, in bright light
And made it all disappear
Come back and clear the voice I sheered
Sing again with musical tears
Come back
Goodbye, my
friend.
11:34 PM
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11:34 PM
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4.07.2009
new two. better two
Goodbye, my
friend.
11:11 PM
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11:11 PM
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2.07.2009
where are we?
what the hell is going on?
the dust has only just begun to form
crop circles in the carpet
sinking feeling
spin me round again
and rub my eyes,
this can't be happening
when busy streets amass with people
would stop to hold their heads heavy
hide and seek
trains and sewing machines
all those years
they were here first
oily marks appear on walls
where pleasure moments hung before the takeover,
the sweeping insensitivity of this still life
hide and seek
trains and sewing machines (oh, you won't catch me around here)
blood and tears (hearts)
they were here first
what the hell is going on?
the dust has only just begun to form
crop circles in the carpet
sinking feeling
spin me round again
and rub my eyes,
this can't be happening
when busy streets amass with people
would stop to hold their heads heavy
hide and seek
trains and sewing machines
all those years
they were here first
oily marks appear on walls
where pleasure moments hung before the takeover,
the sweeping insensitivity of this still life
hide and seek
trains and sewing machines (oh, you won't catch me around here)
blood and tears (hearts)
they were here first
Goodbye, my
friend.
12:49 PM
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12:49 PM
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12.04.2008
early Lesbos
Goodbye, my
friend.
10:50 PM
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11.14.2008
more fun with bubbles..
Goodbye, my
friend.
5:22 PM
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5:22 PM
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11.12.2008
So far away from where you are
Streets and Lights torn us apart
And I miss you
So far away
Standing in and out of the fog
And I wish you were here
I miss the years that were erased
I miss how sunshine would light up your face
I miss all the little things
I never thought that they’d mean everything to me
I miss you
And I wish you were here
I feel the beating of your heart
I see the shadows of your face
Just know that wherever you are
I miss you
Streets and Lights torn us apart
And I miss you
So far away
Standing in and out of the fog
And I wish you were here
I miss the years that were erased
I miss how sunshine would light up your face
I miss all the little things
I never thought that they’d mean everything to me
I miss you
And I wish you were here
I feel the beating of your heart
I see the shadows of your face
Just know that wherever you are
I miss you
Goodbye, my
friend.
2:29 PM
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10.27.2008
Just Got to Thinking
In between the sunny Saturday and the snowy Sunday here in Minnesota, I changed from a happy enlightened adventurer to a hermit with no desire or ambition to move a step outside the door. Snuggling up in the coziness of my studio as the cold settles in for what appears to be the last time, I got to thinking, is it true? Is it possible that multiple personality weather is the ultimate cause for multiple personality disorder?
Goodbye, my
friend.
11:25 PM
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11:25 PM
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