In her element
She pulls down her hair
Sand, stuck to her face
The fires orange glare
Ode to that guy...
You just need to decide
What you need to decide
And whether
You need to decide anything at all
Written after an inspiring lecture from the quite charming male photography lecturer.
[I'm quite certain this lecture would hit the top of the graph if we'd been keeping one on discussion involving 'giggles']
He told us a poetic yet serious quote from an American official,
I then proceeded to give my own advice to my friend J following the style of this quote.
familiar
Laying down across the seats
staring up at the stars through the sunlight roof
i see familiar shapes
connecting the dots with my imagination
i know
where we are when I close my eyes
and I know
where we are just before I open them
we are here now
Home
staring up at the stars through the sunlight roof
i see familiar shapes
connecting the dots with my imagination
i know
where we are when I close my eyes
and I know
where we are just before I open them
we are here now
Home
Its not that I haven't been in the mood for writing lately, because I have
Its just it needs a lot of space to breath
In this silly lifestyle, right now stopping to write down what I think
would add up to
a lot of
space
Its just not all there is
Its not all there is
In this silly lifestyle, right now stopping to write down what I think
would add up to
a lot of
space
Its just not all there is
Its not all there is
Fitting
I typed something into that site where bands camp and found this instead -
I'm temped to play it once just loud enough as I don't feel I've done much of that lately
I'm temped to play it once just loud enough as I don't feel I've done much of that lately
baboon
The other day in town I saw a sad clown
with balloons and a sign saying "want to pop one?" (or something like that).
I thought about it, then resisted, I felt it would be bad karma to pop something
representing such innocence.
The last few days I feel like my head is a balloon, like someone has covered it from the outside with paper and glue - I just want someone else to pop me out of this bubble now please.
Once a daydreamer, always a daydreamer.
with balloons and a sign saying "want to pop one?" (or something like that).
I thought about it, then resisted, I felt it would be bad karma to pop something
representing such innocence.
The last few days I feel like my head is a balloon, like someone has covered it from the outside with paper and glue - I just want someone else to pop me out of this bubble now please.
Once a daydreamer, always a daydreamer.
pages
Open up your journal and look at the page where it began
You have on that navy blue sweater and your holding your own hand
The bridges that your building stretch out for thousands of miles of sand
We are back to the start now holding our own hand
It was never due to being planned
Caring for one
Caring for one other
Things have taken a stand
Hold onto me
Atlantic brother
You have on that navy blue sweater and your holding your own hand
The bridges that your building stretch out for thousands of miles of sand
We are back to the start now holding our own hand
It was never due to being planned
Caring for one
Caring for one other
Things have taken a stand
Hold onto me
Atlantic brother
gum blue
a walk home in a very surreal setting
bubble gum blue view
a tint of pink on every surface
the non predictable nature of the colours and shapes with light taking effect
a spectrum displaying its tricks in the run up to the artificial light encounter
the bush in front of next door appears to be as lush as green grass on a summers day
the surroundings are brought to my focused attention
observer of the power of nature... evolution or even god, depending on your thoughts
am I on hallucinogenics
is today's sky just incredible
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