google brings strange memories.
my friends talk of the coat hanger
effect. hanging our wares on each others’
shoulders, bearing us all down with the weight.
share it out they say, with friends and family,
loose and flowing, mind your engine does
not pink, we must have finer fuel. not feeling
our true self can be an infliction, the grave digger
reminds us of our years, our sense of humour.
sbm
we stare at icons, hoper for a better price,
i went to the market yesterday.
Oct 3, 2013
Oct 3, 2013 at 1:04 AM UTC
google brings strange memories.
my friends talk of the coat hanger
effect. hanging our wares on each others’
shoulders, bearing us all down with the weight.
share it out they say, with friends and family,
loose and flowing, mind your engine does
not pink, we must have finer fuel. not feeling
our true self can be an infliction, the grave digger
reminds us of our years, our sense of humour.
sbm
we stare at icons, hoper for a better price,
i went to the market yesterday.
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