everyday
everyday
Then I lay on the floor
that spins as if I drank Bombay
Yet inside I'm burning
to do more
Let me trace a rave
like a slave
to Life
What kind of a suicidal persona would make salsa without onions & garlic? But when I dreamt it, I found it: right here in town, at the store. What kind of maniac makes chocolate without sugar? But I dreamt it, and it came to me. I can keep going... However:
!Improvise. Always improvise your life. And then spray thieves oil on the whispers coming from the peripheral.