Thursday, December 25, 2008

Visions Memories Time

My eyes snap a hundred million

Pin Sharp

Thousand Megapixel



Polaroids a day...


But the sun still beats down on the plains

And the wind still blows 'round here

And the paper bag loneliness is thick as swamp water

In a thousand drunken alleyways.



And I can't remember a single thing....



These stillborn memories fade....

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