strange dream in which we part ways to go home and I realise I am walking with a bicycle decide to ride at this parking lot-ish place and as I do I cycle into a gym which turns into an italian restaurant which reminds me I have come too long a way, no it would take three hours at least to walk back, need to fill my water bottle but it's gone, I find it but as I fill it it is actually I a little brownish cup and the sink is filled with water that won't go, guess I leave don't know, I am seated with people like movie stars storm is coming (a-ha I think they must want to use the storm as an opoortunity to shoot a cool film) for the sea is on my left the waves are round and going sideways along the coast but huge and the sand (beach) is a slope (how can that be, I defy laws of geography!)
now this, and the fact that I want to be, not become, BE, ghost dog. in fact, I Am. Just decided.
apart from all this, from senate house, the radio can be turned back on no problem. others have joined the character, making him read lyrics in all kinds of languages. yet this time I give voice to the adolescence of those who are by now adults in the year of 2007 aaah ah
ooooh baby, do you know what that's worth? Blue heaven is a place on earth.
I know, there is something in the width of your smile. I get a notion from the look in your eyes, yes.
