just before
sides of empty office blocks windy first winter night lit treeshadow lamplight
what s the last song you will hear?
little bit pregnant
with dead ideas
leans in and electric windowcity
drinking up the wine
on fire and i was alone
now thats gone
but mist
not again for, wisht
but
a pang for before it ex i s t e d
posted by Pareidolia at 8/21/2007 09:29:00 PM
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i was reading something last night. it was describing a dead man. the blueishness of his skin was compared to the SKY ON A WINTER DAY AT 5PM.
It stroke me that the image of the sky in winter, at 5PM, made such a horrible effect on me, much more so than the non-effect the description of death did.
are you preparing for winter? wine and blankets? pregnant with BAD ideas is a little bit better.
you, lovely
why do you want to be remembered? there's nothing in the future, just our wrong dreams... how grey
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boo!
The above blog is no longer, I occasionally vent here from time to time :)
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