ONE FLEW/A NEW YEARS...
...six days have already blown by since the start of this year and i have not really made that much of a go at an attempt for any resolutions i haven't tried before...yet, i have become a little bit more stern as to whom to speak my mind with in being more assertive with those who attempt to test my patience world-wide, i'm smoking and drinking less, while the eyes and ears have become more absorbent to the pathetic ones whom polish their blades behind me...
...2011: still a crop of the corporation crooks...they want nutshells hung high on their looks to be potty-trained and well-groomed for the underpaid cooks...in retrospect: i feed the sheep enough to fall asleep at night..
...and really, my mind is set off-shore like a bosses' dream (though he is making more on salary): she is part Turkish and a perfect blend of another blood, i really don't care...
...her looks, her strut, her style are all like the fragrance of a Roxy Music song: "Ladytron," "Amazona," "Do the Strand"...etc...makes me wish i were Bryan Ferry with console of Brian Eno...
...and, as she drags at her cigarette when she is telling me about her boyfriend: the flowers that he got her are too busy dying away...
...she not too coy on flowers and the news sort of makes my day.
...six days have already blown by since the start of this year and i have not really made that much of a go at an attempt for any resolutions i haven't tried before...yet, i have become a little bit more stern as to whom to speak my mind with in being more assertive with those who attempt to test my patience world-wide, i'm smoking and drinking less, while the eyes and ears have become more absorbent to the pathetic ones whom polish their blades behind me...
...2011: still a crop of the corporation crooks...they want nutshells hung high on their looks to be potty-trained and well-groomed for the underpaid cooks...in retrospect: i feed the sheep enough to fall asleep at night..
...and really, my mind is set off-shore like a bosses' dream (though he is making more on salary): she is part Turkish and a perfect blend of another blood, i really don't care...
...her looks, her strut, her style are all like the fragrance of a Roxy Music song: "Ladytron," "Amazona," "Do the Strand"...etc...makes me wish i were Bryan Ferry with console of Brian Eno...
...and, as she drags at her cigarette when she is telling me about her boyfriend: the flowers that he got her are too busy dying away...
...she not too coy on flowers and the news sort of makes my day.