keep your / hand on the rail / if / all / else fails
<< Monday, Nov. 20, 2006 - 7:58 pm >> every monday and saturday the building next to my apartment turns into some sort of a church. and this choir sings in a language i don't understand. i feel like a foreigner in my room. stepping on pedals falling asleep on petals .. a cloud of bumble bees for your shoes.
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