Saturday, November 19, 2011

Zodiac Shit

Eh.. Listening to new music today, mate. In an Australian accent on a dirty beach. Waiting on still corners to meet Mr. Flash. Anywho, drugs are bad. How about you?  
Under a freeway

waiting for a train

In my bedroom

laying on my bed

an abandoned house

 by wayfaring tress

 name tag elephants

the smallest mushrooms

my feet in the sand

sun shining down on me

bigger things up ahead

better drinks to be had

treasuring the memories

all the faces I've seen

someone was always there

walking with me

underneath a freeway

hanging out with my shadow

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