Fresh Air From The Age

To Be Blank

¨To Be Blank¨

The afternoon had looked spotty from inside the window and I pictured a dumb night with friends doing and talking about the dumb. I get myself home through another and explore pixels. I look at these colored dots and I look and I look at these colored dots. So many dots, thoughts, emotions, practicals, imaginables, beautiful.
Home brings moments of blank and moments of bloom. The movie comes on and it´s blank and bloom, blank and bloom, bloooooooooom. The music becomes my puppeteer and I blank now. Now we blank, now we bloom. Thank bloom for blank and blank for bloom. The time is burning by and we go blank.

posted by Gary @ 11/07/2006 01:29:00 AM