Monday, January 24, 2005

WHITE MAN.

white noise
In a small shop under an old man's beard, In the public library staring at breasts.
In the line up after line up. An elevator talking to the locals. dropping car keys in purple puddles.
and staring at a bloody screen.

A cloud of highlighter pen semantics (denied,denied)...politics has picked up where the gods left off. We're none the better son, but alive and clinging to a normal transition.
I imagine talking to you about things that have passed, like when you were under. even in this hypothetical words will not come. not even a stutter.
and you'll be tired of this by the time you read it, and I doubt you know who you are. It's best I leave that in my imagination.
humour ____
+++++++++++

The beatles said:

You never give me your moneyYou only give me your funny paperAnd in the middle of negotiations you break downI never give you my numberI only give you my situationAnd in the middle of investigation I break downOut of college, money spentSee no future, pay no rentAll the money’s gone, nowhere to goAny jobber got the sackMonday morning, turning backYellow lorry slow, nowhere to goBut oh, that magic feeling, nowhere to goOh, that magic feeling, nowhere to go, nowhere to go...One sweet dreamPick up the bags and get in the limousineSoon we’ll be away from hereStep on the gas and wipe that tear awayOne sweet dream came true todayCame true today, came true today (yes it did)One two three four five six sevenAll good children go to heaven...


brother ___ I respect you too, It would have been such a downer...let's keep something sacred.
all this feels like a good bye.
and not a picture to prove I knew you then.
all this feels like a plot.
and then we'll drop our keys in the puddles.




Combine Harvester1:53 PM

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