Sometime today he realized that he was not interested in making sense. No. What he really wanted was to make images, perform miracles in a drop of water.
They had come around his place during another winter long ago, they had invaded his theories and pretended nothing had any meaning; nothing was new, only forgotten.
And he believed.
He believed for many years that all there was to do was to run around in circles time and time again, and sometime even moonwalk for a bit, if you please, just to make it more appealing for the better of 5 minutes or more.
Why should there be sense?
Story of a life with no start and no end.
No rules defined, although being taught that there is no escaping them. Spent hours, spent days, spent money blinding your own self in order to escape something one couldnt even name. That was the story. This is where he appeared, this is where he started to grow and this is where he was stopped. No jail. No walls. No blame. Just one weapon, the deadliest of them all: Apathy, the comatose liar.
Refusing to play by the rules he never defined, refusing to live in a world he never made, refusing to be taught that earthly matters should fill his glass but never poison his dreams, he decided to stand. Make it all go away. Breathe. Learn how to dream again.
Open his hands and reach for a sky full of Blue.
They had come around his place during another winter long ago, they had invaded his theories and pretended nothing had any meaning; nothing was new, only forgotten.
And he believed.
He believed for many years that all there was to do was to run around in circles time and time again, and sometime even moonwalk for a bit, if you please, just to make it more appealing for the better of 5 minutes or more.
Why should there be sense?
Story of a life with no start and no end.
No rules defined, although being taught that there is no escaping them. Spent hours, spent days, spent money blinding your own self in order to escape something one couldnt even name. That was the story. This is where he appeared, this is where he started to grow and this is where he was stopped. No jail. No walls. No blame. Just one weapon, the deadliest of them all: Apathy, the comatose liar.
Refusing to play by the rules he never defined, refusing to live in a world he never made, refusing to be taught that earthly matters should fill his glass but never poison his dreams, he decided to stand. Make it all go away. Breathe. Learn how to dream again.
Open his hands and reach for a sky full of Blue.
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tilly:
It doesn't happen very often, but when it does, look out mon petit pois!! 
I wonder if Wint Woman will do a set with me!!?
I wonder if Wint Woman will do a set with me!!?
dafunk:
Ha Har me hearty!! I'll be seein you in the ship tomorrow then me old mucker - cool cool, looking forward to it Kinto 