Dienstag, 30. März 2010
Samstag, 27. März 2010
sometimes,
my head feels like a bouquet
sometimes i see colours everywhere sometimes people heads disappear
sometimes i see flowers instead.
sometimes my corpus dissolves,
and there’s fog instead.
sometimes my eyes are stars and everything sparkles as much as diamonds shiver in the sun
sometimes i have no thoughts,there are roses in my head
and i feel nothing.
sometimes i am empty,
and there are feathers in my veins.
sometimes i'm floating away,
to another dimension.
Mittwoch, 24. März 2010
Montag, 22. März 2010
Secret blue, purple, pink, and green right over it
Hold on because the coldest hasn't thawed yet
Well, if we meet again
Meet and meet and meet and meet again
Can you catch the can
If you can't fill it?
Well, how will you want something to hit?
We'll spin it again and again and again and again
What's your crime?
Well, how will you want?
How does she sit?
We're spinnin again and again and again and again
What's your crime?
What's your, what's your, what's your, what's your
What's your crime, crime, crime?
What's your, what's your, what's your, what's your, what's your
What's your crime?