The Travels and Rants Journal

I am a lonely painter. I live in a box of paints.

Saturday, 23 February, 2008

Words

These are the passing of the days.

Run away to the seashore it doesn’t matter anymore
Doesn’t matter anymore
Words dry up and fly away with the passing of the days
Eventually you just let the stone fall

-Be Good Tanyas, “Only in the Past”

Vines

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