Sunday, January 31, 2010

A cup of coffee or a shot of rum, whatever it is you drink tonight. I know it's not one. The barber returns home with a silver blade. The mist were in her eyes. But I'm on the dreamy streets below, lit by the moon and crayon. I know a song or two. I saw a tree shiver. I don't wish to be here long. Who can ever tell.

8 Comments:

Blogger The Dragon said...

This is beautiful.

And I am sure it means to me, something quite unlike what it means to you.

3:58 PM, January 31, 2010  
Blogger fishbowl said...

it really is incredible!

7:31 PM, February 08, 2010  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

this was horrible

7:55 PM, April 10, 2010  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

this was the most beautiful thing that my piece of goo has ever seen, and of course he has no feelings.

7:59 PM, April 10, 2010  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

the comments were written by me. hahaha!!!!<3 im a girl that you know. my name is ------------. that is for you to guess!!! im age nine!!! im a cousin to ---------. that is also for u to guess.

???? see ya!!

8:02 PM, April 10, 2010  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

im leaving india today. say hi to ------- for me!!!!

im gonna stop now. bye!!!! by the way how old are u?

sorry my vv is not working.

but that doesnt matter!!
im no stalker u dumbo!!

8:06 PM, April 10, 2010  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

ok. im not the same person. whoever did this is out of his/her mind.i think you should listen to him/her because he/she doesnt sound like she's 20-70. i dont even think she's 10! dont listen to him/her about NOT being a stalker. he/she IS!!! listen to me or you'll be sorry. im a phantom, and yes im nine.

8:10 PM, April 10, 2010  
Blogger J said...

Hello phantom. What's vv?

12:29 PM, April 12, 2010  

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