keep your / hand on the rail / if / all / else fails

<< Monday, Nov. 20, 2006 - 7:58 pm >>
skimming through monday

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.