With sleep the new money, I withdrew. It was easier spuh-lashing around in my cavernous dreams than say, sitting awake, trying not to eat chocolate and checking my phone. *IS TEXT MESSAGING DOWN FOR ANYONE ELSE??* I slept until Nebuary, some cloudy next month, sat on the back of my neck and choked the life out of me. Finally. Life stained my pillow, where I could see it, smell it, feel it cold and wet like some star-stuff dog nose. I'll never forget that colour, until I have to remember something else like my old high school locker combination and I forget that colour. So when the sun comes up, that'll be me, and you'll be able to find me, I'll be in bed.
[PWYC] (rainbow church by Tokujin Yoshioka)
Posted by Dan at January 29, 2013 12:36 AMHi, excuse me, but who wrote this text?
Posted by >ictor at January 29, 2013 7:25 AMHi, >ictor, it was me. Thanks for reading!
Posted by Dan at January 29, 2013 1:00 PMCongratulations, it's pretty nice!
And, yeah, i guess text messaging can be a little depressive sometimes, especially when you're talking about nothing interesting, and yet you keep on checking the phone every five seconds.
(btw, you're welcome, Dan, my pleasure)
I tried googling walrus & looking on FB for their music but I cannot find them. Could you post a link or tell me where i can?
Posted by leigh at February 6, 2013 10:51 AMHey, Leigh, the link below is all I have from them. Mysterious!
Posted by Dan at February 8, 2013 6:32 PM