notesnotes - LiveJournal.comI hate hippies- March 19, 2004 If I could play in time star and people would sit around my fingers had to say. neck, your thighs, your jawline traced Your lips are parted and you be wordless in key, out of make. I've got soul. brother today. My toes are out of the room. Yesterday ficus plant and trimmed it for from the living, whispering chlorophyll promises. I cut the wrong spots, smell your TV, get a plant and it perfect. Re learn patience. unnatural condition, a withdrawal symptom. of the apartment building hold us.http://autochthon.livejournal.com/8505.html On Being Social with a Fellow Employee- March 16, 2004 Something about the gin and tonic. I've never used my gigbag. Took the guitar home when I bought it and it's never left. The strap fits neatly around my shoulder. Acoustics are light and known for their portability... The walk was dark and spotted with bright lights. Cars don't have people in them anymore, beige blurs, gaping mouth, hollow eyes. A one farm strobe of eyes, cheekbone, jawline. Frozen. Burned afterimages fading out on a brick church. Blinking rapidly so the phosphenes...http://autochthon.livejournal.com/8313.html |