this day is no special day this day will see no placards given this day will see no no dismembered limbs yet there buzzes a distant chainsaw whose sound comes in and out on the tinned wind
this day is a slow gesture this day is just clearly not ready it hopes for a year of iron clarity but waits for the cues from the coming weeks and for moss and stares blankly
it's not clear how this day will end but i have put my money down on having a clear view from this house to the heavens and back again it's not clear how this day will end
ahh!
this day feels like a cold engine with a tank of old gasoline live your own mornings on ether and tremble with anticipation as the sun goes downTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.