words, turtles and watermelon. |
a lot of friction it was. a saturday - perhaps yesterday. and a yellow blanket made a difference. voices crashing the walls, and neighbours stamping the beat to the bass. complained about the abscent ...
Posted by Karusell on Sun, 27 May 2007 09:35:00 PST |
scream in a greenhouse |
you are more naked with your clothes. rear for a bell, that´s going to ring in the newest year. fuck reason, it was never here. the ideas whisper dreams, look twice because it´s not like it seems!open...
Posted by Karusell on Wed, 23 May 2007 03:01:00 PST |
no thesis under the covers |
is there a secret chord? - under a wall-to-wall (fitted) carpet grandparents said they´ve hidden treasures. trespass every conversation and match up with the neon-wests- so you´ll been seen when you c...
Posted by Karusell on Tue, 22 May 2007 02:42:00 PST |
black room with a little hope |
she went by train, with bags to follow them steps...the mountain and fjords will bow when she enters. sleep-on-someones-couch, but it was never needed. it was a warm night. five of them.was back in ti...
Posted by Karusell on Sun, 20 May 2007 12:25:00 PST |
missed that. saved a bat. |
winds of change ooze from the window. carried heavy books on our heads, searching for ourselfs. and everyone make-out in the streets - an alley of what I don´t belive. You sat in that wide-screen-view...
Posted by Karusell on Sat, 19 May 2007 04:16:00 PST |
tick tack - both ways |
we dance and cheered with empty glasses. got into a hotel and talked with faces - that tell so much more than they wanted us to know. I did a musical-sceen to take their mind of him, and then we had a...
Posted by Karusell on Thu, 17 May 2007 04:09:00 PST |
an ounce of recent echos |
just meet mayfly and I will never meet it again...it waited outside my door, so faithful but not so pure. conflicts hidden in the mattress, so we sleep on them and ask of them to pay attention to worr...
Posted by Karusell on Sun, 13 May 2007 12:45:00 PST |
raven day and look for swans |
scattered by the stores, the bulidings are put in lines and it ´s all too crowded for the people to fit the streets. ate the bowls even - cause the canteens were turning into small space-ships, but yo...
Posted by Karusell on Sat, 12 May 2007 12:07:00 PST |
charged with broken bones |
close your eyes, when they stare at me. Every day coming, is coloured green. but the bluest rain is falling on the spider-web, you didn´t climb it. will hang with them spider-friends. snezze. god bles...
Posted by Karusell on Thu, 10 May 2007 01:37:00 PST |
to much of it - nevermind |
use the next temptations and drink more beers, but my stomach is putting a stop to it. he doesn´t deserve that next compliment- so what do I say? We never been here, so don´t get flatterd by the atten...
Posted by Karusell on Tue, 08 May 2007 03:15:00 PST |
