31.10.06
21.10.06
The seasons flash by
Okay, so, one thing is clear, right -
It does absolutely no good to watch a chocolate fountain behind glass panels when you are craving cacao.
Well, except for sweet dreams, of course.
We'll be surrealists and write fabulous, neurotic, sick and tortured poems to one another.
Everyone. Yessir. Aufeinander immer wieder schrieben. Comme des entrelacs de sens. Kh...
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19.10.06
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Picture I'm a dreamer
I'll take you deeper
Down to the sleepy glow
Time is a low..
Don't you know?
What are we going to do?
Don't get lost in heaven
They got locks on the gate
Don't go over the edge
you'll make a big mistake
Put me in a cab to suburbia
gorillaz
(Every planet/Don't get lost - demon days)
En cherchant un titre. J'ai vu que ma réserve de mots s'était épuisée. Les mots cryptocentristes.Les mots referencopoetiques.Les mots et les choses. Envolés. Un vide qui appelle la prise de notes. Le vide mental qui ne s'atteint qu'en cours. En cours et dans le train.Home.
Yup.
Just South. But not too much.

I'll take you deeper
Down to the sleepy glow
Time is a low..
Don't you know?
What are we going to do?
Don't get lost in heaven
They got locks on the gate
Don't go over the edge
you'll make a big mistake
Put me in a cab to suburbia
gorillaz
(Every planet/Don't get lost - demon days)
En cherchant un titre. J'ai vu que ma réserve de mots s'était épuisée. Les mots cryptocentristes.Les mots referencopoetiques.Les mots et les choses. Envolés. Un vide qui appelle la prise de notes. Le vide mental qui ne s'atteint qu'en cours. En cours et dans le train.Home.
Yup.
Just South. But not too much.

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4.10.06
2.10.06
Thinking over the words to pull Cinderella back together in blue ink
And so we move on. Taking it one day at the time.
Later, we'll join our rainbow pens and write the Book of All.
We will.
Even if it's only a few sentences in the inside of our heads. We'll nurture the words until they'll make the whole world shake with laughter. Catharsis in waiting.
One day we'll look back and sigh , like they all do: our prime suffering years. Wipe a little tear. Lights dim; curtain falls. And you have no time to run back to the chairs before the applause begins, and the beginning ends, once more, with feeling. Paper leafs and bowler hat. Thank you. Thank you for the words. We'll work on that. One day at the time.
C'mon, it's late, we should move on...
-clarté ou génie, il faut choisir, voyons.
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