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Wincing The Night Away

I'm sitting in the middle of my room, staring at a blank wall, trying to figure out how to express myself in pictures. I've done it already on my other walls, but the wall above my bed is mocking me. I have pictures from my camera, and images from NYLON magazine and the New York Times travel section, and I have a Beatles Abbey Road poster and 4 vinyl albums that i got at a flea market in Ohio. All which are lying on my floor just waiting for some instruction, while i stare hopeless at a blank wall. As general of this operation i have failed my men, and i hear by resign from all duties as general interior wall designer. Alert the media. I have no problem leaving my men stranded without instruction. Instead of undertaking the huge feat of decorating, I shall indulge in some mellow music from Interpol. They are the perfect band for this late night haze that i feel over my whole body.

"My Friends They Come, and the Lines They Go By, but Tonight I'm Gonna Rest My Chemistry."

Highway

Roll my window down
Feel the wind rushing past
Invisible waves
Pushing against my face
Blowing back my hair
Blocking my ears
From the sound all around me
Radio is loud
But I can only feel
The beating against my chest
Cars floating between the lines
Going towards the horizon
The same destination
Everyone's window down
Feeling in unison
The beat of our hearts
And the rush of the wind

just a draft...

Blur of green
And red
And bllue
Smells i remember
From a carefree childhood
We'd run through the orchards
And squeal with delight
For not even imaginarinary monsters
Could outrun our youthful flight
Victory was ours
As we reached the finish line
Where rows and rows of apples, peaches
And blue berries waited
For our tiny mouths to savour