…and sand keep on going down
we have been around for some time now… say we because myself is not a category i can use for so much people inside.
must confess - i have a crush for the world… for anyhting that moves, that shines, that is mechanical, logical, ilogical, written, whispered, thought or unthought…
cannot write
just spare time thoughts here
ideas
wind
shit on the fan?
who cares?
first day on vacations… so fuckin’ depressed, though - life sucks? hate the world