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Friday 4th August 2017.

The blank screen is starring across at me..my mind thinks, i should reply across this blank space, poke some fun pull faces perhaps...my body on the other hand whispers tomorrow is a long day in the work saddle don't just sit here and slip into your dream head...so perhaps a couple of small flashes that crossed my path today will do no harm on this night to just note...i picked up a leaflet surrounding a summer of love celebration in the city of Liverpool...i am tempted by the folk on the dock festival..yet i know that moving past the tempted will be a long walk....whilst i was about town in my tiny red van a young mother pushing a pram passed me..shouting..Fuck Off..to each passing car..the sound of her voice echoed amongst the trees it crept up the red bricked walls following her around the street bend to vanish amongst the urban splash and the vanishing cars she was singing to... it was quite an exhibition there did not seem any malice in her voice...it just simply happened, i will never see her again yet perhaps those few moments may stay for quite awhile...floating in my crazy mind as one of those stand and stare gasps i sometimes feel part of.....So Goeth....

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