Today was the worst day. Tomorrow maybe better? Or less worse?
“Where have you gone after seven years done
Twenty years have wildly passed away.
Where you wish to go after nine years of guns
in my stomach I cannot go far anymore.Take my speeding handle, call my dear lovers
Let them know I am going away.
Tell them I have a CD for tunes I made,
Make sure they turn it on before I go.Always a lost child since anyone have known,
I was full time questioner for the show.
Now that all the answers have no where to go,
It will remain with me till I fall.Please put a smile on my face, with green head mystery.
Make sure to bring hydrangea for me.Heaven knows where I wish to go.
I long to be the child in your arms,
Smiling like a baby, without knowing anything.
I will be silent as a stone.”-Lament for the lost one
Sometimes I honestly don’t know what’s left of me. The world is full of choices and I constantly wonder to live or die.
Maybe I don’t need a man but someone to hold to. I don’t need shelter but to find shelter together. I want to love you and be loved by you. You are not my everything but you are anything.
Everybody has a side they don’t show anyone else. We may have stumbled onto each other’s by chance, but the two of us have ended up sharing time reserved for our eyes only, with each other.
When a bird doesn’t dig the ode you’ve written it. One of 120 wonderful woodcuts to grace the pages of Richard Breton’s The Drolatic Dreams of Pantagruel (1565). More here: https://buff.ly/2GwOHue (or click link in bio and search “pantagruel”)
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