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I've been looking for some reason to sing this song to myself for so long.
And now I think I've found a good one.
But
I am sadly mistaken….
I am!
It is a strange sort of pain
"to die of yearning for something you'll never experience"
Sunday, March 28, 2004
Sunday, March 21, 2004
Icy nails
I was sitting on the green couch in the living room
A bouquet of yellow tulips in bloom
Was all I could see
When she brought me the fee
Asked if I wanted some tea
And I had pee
Her long nails covered in ice
Telling me about her husbands new device
And me trying hard not to gaze at the hairs above her lips
Or the wrinkle on her maroon-covered tits
She touched it with her icy nails
While her cat was wagging his tail
I saw them both
She whispers as she counts the money
Numbers, multiple conflicts
I was sitting on the green couch in the living room
A bouquet of yellow tulips in bloom
Was all I could see
When she brought me the fee
Asked if I wanted some tea
And I had pee
Her long nails covered in ice
Telling me about her husbands new device
And me trying hard not to gaze at the hairs above her lips
Or the wrinkle on her maroon-covered tits
She touched it with her icy nails
While her cat was wagging his tail
I saw them both
She whispers as she counts the money
Numbers, multiple conflicts
Saturday, March 20, 2004
Monday, March 08, 2004
گرچه از زمانش گذشت..... اما من همیشه می گویم، حتی اگر دیر باشد....
نجواها
کلمات
کلمات
مشتی حروف بی سلیقه
وقتی اینقدر دردناکیم چیزی نگو
بگذار بگذرد
خودت را رها کن
پشت سر چیزی نیست
چشمانت را ببند و بخواب
خواب درمان می کند
همه تنهائیهائی را که لمس می کنی
و همه ترسهایی را که روی سطوح قهوه ای تقسیم می کنیم
خواب
خواب
"ستایش بر خواب"