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Thursday, April 13, 2006
yellow brings me ill luck It's raining with the sun still up and out. They say when the rain gets chummy with the sun, the rainbow will pay a visit. Pretty skies. All my efforts, okay all my half-hearted efforts to scrub you off my canvas, are for naught. Like catching a fading rainbow to put it in my pocket. Like shaking salt off my french fries. Like that. Like snap twist turn shake back to work! Which i find is such a mammoth task to channel all my focus on, not when you're still lingering 'round in my head. Get out man, get out. I'll attempt to master Adobe Illustrator and i'll attempt to write 'Precious'. But with all the time i have left at the end of the day, you'll see me appear victorious only after many moons have passed me by. I'm going out to say hello to pretty skies. Bless everyone, dear God. fara // 09:11 |