tisdag 31 juli 2012


We have all been booked by history
There is no "what have happened?"
no traces of salt was left behind
There is no left is not the one to the right,right?
old qoutiches that fetch my mind
There is no candlelightdreamlets
no smartasses or phones
There is no blockbuiltuglyness
just svish , svoosh and boompaow
There is no place for me
what i say is that is what i say
There is no place fo me