Wednesday, July 27, 2005

grandma laments

the clouds were beautiful today. up an array of states of otherness. the beautiful absence of solid form or recognizable function, except i guess the dark lorming rain clouds in stark contrast to the gold and silver tinged.

out of my way mcdonalds hand. mobile phone face. makeup moniker. talking too loud mouth. tatoo apendage. reflection seeker. beer grip. suit suited. slow walker. fast walker. miniskirted. pink shirt. dye head. grey head. sallow cheeked. bright eyes . shiny lips. no lips. no bum lots of bum. ipod antennae. no home. couple carcasses. the down lookers. the singing to themselvers. small kids with big bags. the coke swallows.

im not better than you. im not different from you i just want you to get out of my fucking way.

getting through the city is alot faster when in a bad mood.

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