Samstag, 12. November 2005
Käfig
Über den Balkon schaue ich in einen schönen blauen Herbsthimmel hinein. Ideal um im Güntersburgpark rumzulaufen oder rad zu fahren, aber die vorgestrige Patellaluxation macht mir schon einen Treppenabstieg aus dem dritten Stock zu ner größeren Aktion.
Also lese ich Superman Comics und höre herbstliche Musik von den Broken Spindles und nach langem auch mal wieder Notwist.
Then i come in,
they go mad, hit my nose and
hit my back, break me every
single bone, throw me out just
like a stone. It's the corner. it's
the dress, small the town and
big the mess, that I cause with
every step, but still I walk,
nonetheless. They're skipping
backwards, they're thrashing
days, is that all they're
believing in?
Also lese ich Superman Comics und höre herbstliche Musik von den Broken Spindles und nach langem auch mal wieder Notwist.
Then i come in,
they go mad, hit my nose and
hit my back, break me every
single bone, throw me out just
like a stone. It's the corner. it's
the dress, small the town and
big the mess, that I cause with
every step, but still I walk,
nonetheless. They're skipping
backwards, they're thrashing
days, is that all they're
believing in?
Von marcosz, 13:12 Uhr
