Thursday, March 09, 2006
Blah Brain
Black is grey.
Normalcy is bland.
White is puce coloured.
Fashion is bland.
Telephone boxes are booths of danger and mystery.
Smashed in glass and metal shrapnel.
Hot date tonight.
Call Gina.
Miserable street.
Heated bustle.
Watch out mate.
You fucking idiot.
Jabbing elbows.
Polite injury.
Restrictive clothing inhibits office worker.
Pencil skirt and heels make tights go
Squeak squeak squeak.
Totters off kerb.
Wait for that fucking taxi.
Nearly lost a toe.
Maybe two toes.
Maybe half a brain.
Maybe a leg.
No more squeaking.
No noise.
No symmetrical smile
That should have lasted fifteen more years. ¶ 9:27 pm
Normalcy is bland.
White is puce coloured.
Fashion is bland.
Telephone boxes are booths of danger and mystery.
Smashed in glass and metal shrapnel.
Hot date tonight.
Call Gina.
Miserable street.
Heated bustle.
Watch out mate.
You fucking idiot.
Jabbing elbows.
Polite injury.
Restrictive clothing inhibits office worker.
Pencil skirt and heels make tights go
Squeak squeak squeak.
Totters off kerb.
Wait for that fucking taxi.
Nearly lost a toe.
Maybe two toes.
Maybe half a brain.
Maybe a leg.
No more squeaking.
No noise.
No symmetrical smile
That should have lasted fifteen more years. ¶ 9:27 pm
