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08.07.2006, 15:48 | #1 |
Words through the limousines windows
Words through the limousine windows
Ugly scenes through the limousines windows. Mud, dust, bluejeans and cheap parfume crawl into my car: Agony! Agony- eyerywhere- its normal, to drive past in the evenings coolness. The only time theese happenings strike back into my core of fictive living, is when I have to get out and get some gassoline. I fill the big tank with liquid death- enough to blow all hatred up. Lets see how selfcalled cool-people can take the heat. I`m in my car again. Driving now at high speed. Escape with me- let all the buildings tumble down behind you if needed. A short glance over your shoulder, could cost your life. The pictures are hissing by, eager to mix up, like a bad dream or like the bright colors in the calidoscope you showed me this morning. Am I afraid of colors? Life? You? |
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