Sunday, September 28, 2008
Saturday, September 27, 2008
Friday, September 26, 2008
Thursday, September 25, 2008
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
Ain't you in ch-ch-charge?
I still don't know what I was waiting for
And my time was running wild
A million dead-end streets
Every time I thought I'd got it made
It seemed the taste was not so sweet
So I turned myself to face me
But I've never caught a glimpse
Of how the others must see the faker
I'm much too fast to take that test
I watch the ripples change their size
But never leave the stream
Of warm impermanence and
So the days float through my eyes
But still the days seem the same
And these children that you spit on
As they try to change their worlds
Are immune to your consultations
They're quite aware of what they're going through
Where's your shame
You've left us up to our necks in it
Time may change me
But you can't trace time
Strange fascination, fascinating me
Changes are taking the pace I'm going through
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
Fitzrovia shuffle
I say honey, I got hooves for feet & my shoes are
made of charcoal! Shimmy Shimow!
made of charcoal! Shimmy Shimow!
Monday, September 22, 2008
Sunday, September 21, 2008
Sorry Charlie
So I said to Charlie and her girlfriends that i was into bric and brac, nicknacks, oddities and curiosities! They did a runner on me when I went to the loo. Never did hear from her again.
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