27.1.09

.observation.

with no cure for observation. .take the next five minutes from
me. .someone had said it sharply and it made him angry
.it looks like eyes had pinned him down. with no intention of
offending time. it does not know what he had in his hand at the
time to spill the sun on her dress. why the colour had not
reacted sharply enough. .to stop targets from reaching.
.when even targets have tempers. you casually offend time.
and the heirachy of dreams. yeah, that's it. a comforting rhythm.

3 comments:

Robert said...

gah ha ha ha!!!!!!

this cracked me up

(love the new soundtrack music round here, too, peoples) :)

Ruela said...

;)

Jaie said...

greatly appriciated

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