Tuesday, November 2, 2010

Short Skirts No Knickers

THE SOUL IS A STUPID POTTSAU.



There is so much to miss, there's so much to understand.

(...)

the next street, the same faces.
same story, the same bright lights.
A look at the clock, then look in the corner.
And the good feeling stays here today on the track. You
discussions with itself and with time.
And if the two are in a room that is always armed.
The Clock writes duty and all sounds and smells of fall.
begins in one or two moments, it again from scratch.





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