Pink plastic

The name comes

to me

again.

The restaurants

and the talks

on the sidewalks;

clear skies

and dazed out dreams.

It reminds me of

perfumed clothes

and serendity,

but than

serendity happens even now

and so often.

(part two)

A story of

the hermit and crab

i saw in a

dream once;

this thing called

real life

is too funny,

the whole business of living.

Polemical dilemma

This.

Aah,

two mere words

and very many musings

later.

An impasse.

9.07.07 (an irritably restless evening…after a long day running around but being practically jobless..but the muse doesn’t humor me too often as is evident by the prosaicness of this shite I pass on as witing)