and you thought you were minimalist
Friday, February 27, 2009
station
“Look.”
“What.”
“That graffiti on that wall.”
“So?”
“Doesn't it remind you of the tiresome and almost endless sequence of illusions and disillusions otherwise known as life?”
“You need help.”
“Yes.”
Thursday, February 26, 2009
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Monday, February 23, 2009
breakfast
Friday, February 20, 2009
waiting
So where's my phone call?
I used to fear you, phone call. You know I didn't want to leave.
Now everything's changed and I long for my phone call.
Oh, phone call, where are you?
I'll love that dark matter of yours, phone call, your dying galaxies, your nebulae, I'll do my best to please you, I promise.
Just call me.
Save me.
Thursday, February 19, 2009
airport
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
tannhauser
And I will lead my army right in the middle of final battle, The victory is upon us I will shout to them, and my voice will overwhelm the rumble of the clashing galaxies, and I will look at the endless battlefields, this fierce look of mine, and the roar of clanging swords will slowly approach me and then, at last, I will be content.
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
fence
Monday, February 9, 2009
coach
Saturday, February 7, 2009
airport
Friday, February 6, 2009
breakfast
Sunday, February 1, 2009
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