Friday, January 06, 2006


strewn about the city are the articles of my destruction. the remnants of soft whispers and long goobyes. the torn undersides of my love mattreses.

you notice how my odd blank expressiion shouts dumb in the sodium glow. desperate thoughts as i am pacing and mumbling of feelings that you know i dont understand.

the hot dry winds beats on my neck while the big blue city busses graze on the grassy black streets picking up transients and proud bedowin warriors. strewn about the city are me and my articles of destruction.

listening to ))) the wind in my empty speakers

Jane's Addiction - L.A. Woman