you cannot curl up next to
your imagination
can you?
because i often find
when the rest of my world
turns silent
i can close my eyes
and find that i'm not alone.
you cannot go home, again
can you?
because i often find
when i'm lost in this mess
that i already am.
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beauty.
(forgot to ask the other day why this page was white instead of black. did i imagine that?)
you did. i think.
never was fer meh.
what drugs am i on, anyway? hmmm...still kinda pretty over here, though.
whatever it is? you should share.
always with the greedy you are;)
yoda likes deeerugs.
how else you think he ended up looking like that?
(and wouldn't it be drugs yoda likes?)
i walked by the lobby of a little boutique hotel in rome once and behind the glass doors was a statue on a pedestal of yoda dressed as the pope. i think i have a blurry picture of it somewhere. 'twas refreshing after visiting st. pete's earlier that day.
(not that the basilica isn't refreshing in its own way. after all, swear to god, one of the pope statues looks exactly like that nazi bad guy in one of the Raider's of the Lost Ark movies. which one was that? anyhoo, guarantee it was spielberg commentary. nice, huh?)
i'd like to see that picture.
and a pope that looked like a nazi?
well..
that's all well and good...
but now we have a pope that WAS a nazi....mmmmm...hitler youth! yay!
"we" don't have a pope, silly. "they" do. also there's a very nice statue of somebody or other who was flayed. (forget who now.) yeppers, he's standing there in all his muscle-y glory holding his skin like an overeager guy at a toga party. what a way to go! ;-)
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