A bat flying agaisnt the pale night sky,
contours splitting a serene blue..
A drumming frenzy feeding an uneasy breeze,
floating notes sounding off peeling walls.
Tuesday, October 2, 2007
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This blog will just be filled up by words i scribble from time to time. I usually write on paper napkins,newspaper clippings, back pages of novels etc. So i thought maybe its nice to keep em in some place more permanent. There is absolutely no meaning to what i write, its just an attempt to put into words, the images i see from time to time. Like they say on the Rizla, 10 paper alert :" It is what you make of it " :)
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