I enjoy the common architecture of Australia's small town churches.
take me on that ride
take me far away
and I said all I can say is
here is another bottle
to fantasise about anothers life.
though I said in gushed tones
that seconds turn to minutes
and then minutes to hours
hours become days and in a matter of time
days become years.
I said it again, that nothing is lost
I said so many times that nothing is lost
I said about how much nothing is lost cause I never had anything
to loose anyway
It's pathetic this day dream haze.
though so easy, though so fun, though so many smiles
though to many nights to think.
for why should a drunk man think?
for why should he think something he is never going to remember
cause remembering is the thought of memory
and my memory has no thought.
yet when Im drunk everything that seems to matter doesn't
and everything that doesn't matter seems to.?
its black an grey with a twist do make something blue.
it's something an misery loves company too.
- ► 2010 (75)
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