Saturday, September 11th 2004
master of time:
twisting the truth
and feeding the sick
biking uphill
through the woods
my feet ask me if i'm mad
Friday, September 10th 2004
when the music stops
the stench of exhaust
is even stronger
Thursday, September 9th 2004
memories of the dead are mostly
kinder than memories of the living.
loss makes us forgiving and weak
looking for changes,
falling back into routine,
starting all over again
stupid me
bought new plants
where should i put them?
Warum ist nur Sachen kaufen
und sich von Sachen trennen
beides so verdammt schwer?
small red cars
give me the creeps.
only in my hometown
Supposed beauty,
styled to death,
is just revolting.
Wednesday, September 8th 2004
the colors of the setting sun
are far more beautiful
than any high resolution tv